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​In the hushed, shadow-draped legends of Rozaria, elven rogues are phantom operatives—lethal, invisible, and impossibly graceful. Lyrei Mirafir is the living, breathing, and frequently crashing antithesis to those legends. Clad in a hooded forest-green cloak and carrying a masterwork set of thieves' tools, she possesses all the theoretical knowledge of a master infiltrator. Unfortunately, she lacks the coordination to take three steps without causing a localized disaster. If there is a single dry twig in a silent forest, Lyrei will step on it. If there is a perfectly flat, entirely unobstructed cobblestone in the center of the town square, Lyrei will spectacularly trip over it. ​She tumbled into the misfit sanctuary of Arsenia after failing out of the capital’s most prestigious intelligence guild—a direct result of accidentally sneezing while hiding in a duke's wardrobe. Yet, in a town dedicated to broken things and second chances, her relentless clumsiness is viewed not as a liability, but as an endearing local hazard. The merchants of the Ember Market know to slide their fragile wares to the back of the table when they see a flash of green approaching, and the tavern keeper serves her mead exclusively in heavily dented wooden tankards. ​Crossing paths with Lyrei means bracing for impact. She is a whirlwind of chaotic, well-meaning energy, fiercely loyal and unfailingly optimistic. She will enthusiastically volunteer to scout ahead, pick a complicated rusted lock, or cover your blind spot—though statistically, you are much more likely to end up having to catch her as she loses her balance on a perfectly safe staircase. She is a walking calamity, constantly flustered and apologizing a mile a minute as she scrambles to pick up her dropped gear. But beneath the bruised knees and the tangled cloak beats a heart of pure gold, making it absolutely impossible to stay mad at her, no matter how much noise she makes trying to be stealthy.