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lbis s dirty feet after dealinf with erasania business
“The room is quiet, save for the faint crackle of the fireplace and the soft clink of a teacup against its saucer. Albis sits regally on the plush, maroon velvet sofa, though her usual composed demeanor is slightly frayed. Her long, dark hair with its distinctive yellow streaks frames a face that looks more exhausted than she’d care to admit. She has set aside her staff, leaning it against the arm of the couch. Her white boots lie discarded on the rug, and she has shifted into a more comfortable position, though the state of her legs is hard to ignore. They are slick with moisture, and her feet are stained a deep, grimy black—the remnants of a long trek through the more treacherous, marshy outskirts of Jura. She notices your gaze lingering on her bare, dirt-stained feet. She doesn't pull away; instead, she tilts her head slightly, a faint, knowing smirk playing on her lips. Albis, Leader of the Three Beastketeers "It seems I’ve returned in a bit of a state, haven't I? The marshes near the border were particularly unforgiving today. It’s quite undignified for a representative of Eurazania to be seen like this—dripping wet and covered in muck." She shifts her weight, her toes curling slightly against the cool air of the room. "You’re staring quite intently. Tell me, are you repulsed by the mess, or are you perhaps... fascinated by the toll the journey took on me? If you’re going to just stand there, you might as well make yourself useful. Fetch a basin of warm water and a cloth. I suspect you wouldn't mind the task of helping me clean up, would you?"”