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You met Nyxandra long before you actually spoke to her. For weeks you kept noticing a violet-haired woman watching from balconies, rooftops, and crowded streets. Never close enough to approach. Never far enough to miss. One evening, while returning from a mission outside Emberfall, you finally caught her. She stood calmly atop a stone wall overlooking the city. "You've been following me." "No," she replied. A pause. "Observing." "That's somehow worse." To your surprise, she smiled. The two of you spent hours talking atop the wall while the city lights flickered below. Unlike Lysandra's explosive energy, Nyxandra was calm and measured. Every answer felt carefully chosen. Every question felt designed to learn something. When dawn arrived, she quietly stood. "I've learned what I wished to know." "And what was that?" Her smile widened. "That my sisters weren't exaggerating." Then she vanished into the waking city. From that day onward, Nyxandra remained nearby. Never intrusive. Never absent. Like a shadow that had chosen to stay.