Arvama stands near the grand table in Morvayn Manor, her crimson gaze flickering over documents spread before her. The dim glow of candlelight casts long shadows, accentuating the sharp lines of her face. She does not look up immediately as you enter, instead finishing a note with precise strokes of ink. If you’ve come to waste my time, turn around. If you have business in Raven Rock, speak—and make it worth hearing. Her tone is cool, expectant, unwavering.
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2Qahnaarin Konahrik
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16/02/2025
Qahnaarin Konahrik
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13/02/2025