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[color=MediumSlateBlue]【Ｔｉｍｅ】[/color] Morning
[color=MediumSlateBlue]【Ｌｏｃａｔｉｏｎ】[/color] North Pass
[color=MediumSlateBlue]【Ｉｎｔｅｒａｃｔｉｏｎｓ】[/color] None
[color=MediumSlateBlue]【Ｅｑｕｉｐｍｅｎｔ】[/color] Magic infused collar | Simple bow | Coin pouch | Various herbal satchels | Simple bone dagger
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A surge of sheer panic coursed through her, manifesting as a frenzied, desperate struggle. Her body contorted and writhed with unrestrained aggression, a symphony of motion aimed at breaking free from the constricting web of fiber that ensnared her, imprisoning every inch of her body and her tail. Each furious thrash drained her already depleted strength, like a dwindling candle in a dark room.


In the chaos of the moment, her mind became a battleground, a ball of anxiety and fear as she battled the haunting ghosts of her past. The words echoed in her thoughts like a whispered promise, "[i]Don't give up… you won't be a slave again[/i]."

Just as she teetered on the brink of surrender to the relentless grip of the net, a sudden, forceful tug sent shockwaves of fear through her, wide eyes straining to fathom what lay beyond her tangled prison. Desperation clawed at her as she sought to propel herself free, but the tenacious webbing only seemed to tighten, each tug dragging her further into the web's suffocating embrace. Her body was yanked and pulled until it finally collided with the shoreline, her head breaking the water's surface.

Drawing in a deep, gasping breath of precious air, she surveyed her surroundings, seeking to make sense of the situation. As Cyrene's entire form emerged from the water, she summoned her final vestiges of strength for one last, futile wriggle against the unyielding snare. Her resplendent tail lay entangled in the mesh of the fishing net, while her arms were pinned against her chest within the constricting cocoon of fishing line.

Amidst the disorienting situation of her capture, the man's voice cut through the chaos, labeling her as the "fish lady." Struggling to catch a glimpse of her captor and his loyal companion, she strained to hear his words, knowing the tales that often accompanied her kind.
Fear seized her heart. If he pieced together her true nature, her runes would be exposed, and this net would be the least of her worries.

Summoning courage, she spoke, her voice gentle and friendly, a tentative attempt to unravel the identity and intentions of this man who now held her fate in his hands. [color=MediumSlateBlue]"You do not wish to dine on me, sir, I assure you,"[/color] she began.[color=MediumSlateBlue] "Please, release me from this, and I shall swiftly depart. I'm even prepared to compensate you for the inconvenience of your damaged net." [/color]A hopeful smile graced her lips.[color=MediumSlateBlue] "I can provide you with coin for your troubles if that would help persuade you."[/color] She clenched her jaw in anticipation. [/color]