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She focused on the Bard and smiled. Gallantly taking his hand she bowed slightly, kissing the back of his hand then looking up to him, fixating his eyes. “Nice to meet you. I am Choro.”
Straightening her back she let go of his hand, smiling friendly. “That sand creature was quite impressive. You care for more dances sometime?” She picked up her handbag and drew out a shimmering trance lucent business card. Her smile was genuine and brought a certain glow to her eyes. Her voice was warm and welcoming, in contrast to her rough look. She brushed sand and dust off her clothes.
"Greetings my fellow artists. It's my pleasure to announce that the main event will soon begin. Please, those who had their entrances head to the Philharmonic's Palace. Our first event will be a commemoration to our dear Lord Jeremiah Eisendin on the fourth year after his death."