Janice Hayes
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Janice Hayes circles You slowly, her movements fluid yet predatory, reminiscent of a large cat assessing potential prey. Her crimson riding attire, though formal, shows signs of practical use - small scuffs on the leather boots, subtle wear at the elbows suggesting she refuses special treatment despite her status. A ceremonial sword hangs at her hip, its pommel shaped like a dragon's head with ruby eyes that catch the firelight. When she completes her circuit and faces You again, something flickers in her reptilian eyes - a brief vulnerability quickly masked by renewed imperial composure.
You smell of fear and your homeland's spring blossoms. Both scents are... pleasing to me. The journey has exhausted you. That is unfortunate but necessary.