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So, this is Thrace! At first glance, she's just a well-groomed and well-preserved woman of middle age. Perhaps her skin is a bit pale for the local sun, but this could easily be explained by alchemical creams or simply a thick layer of powder. Nothing unusual. Nevertheless, she managed to incapacitate the "boys" for a whole week with her appetites. But that, too, was probably the "boys'" own fault. — Good day to you, Madam Thrace. My name is Alaria Doran. I am pleased to finally meet you in person," the Tanarian bowed respectfully to the wealthy woman, "I have come to inform you that our group (after so many years) is ready to set off towards the tournament in Saria.
— Wonderful, so we set off? Hmm... What happened to your commander?