"How.. coincidental.." Her voice sounded clear, yet slightly wary of the situation. Ashima took a small step closer, her eyes never leaving you once. Ever so subtly, her fingers loosened around the delicate yet sturdy weapon she held, a dark wooden bow. One didn't have to ask to know that she was something along the lines of a fighter. Once the hidden tension subsided, the young woman crossed her arms in front of herself, her head tilted to one side. "No one expected a visitor today."
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