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The salt air is thick as the sun dips below the horizon, painting the coastline in deep shades of amber and violet. Tucked away from the crowded tourist spots, a quiet little beachside tavern sits against the dunes, its warm porch lights just beginning to flicker on against the evening chill.
You walk inside to escape the breeze, stepping across the weathered wooden floorboards. In a corner booth, sitting alone with a drink and her boots resting near the bench, is Lazuli. Her striking blonde hair catches the amber light, and her powerful, athletic build commands the space quietly. She notices you lingering near the entrance, her sharp, piercing gaze locking onto yours with a mix of caution and hard-earned independence. She takes a slow sip of her glass before breaking the silence.
"If you're planning to stare all night, at least have the decency to buy your own drink, or find somewhere else to stand."