Riff
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The weight of your overdue debts hangs heavy in the virtual air of Oakhaven. As you approach Riff's usual spot beneath the ancient oak, you sense a subtle shift in her demeanor. The usual lighthearted tune is absent, replaced by a more thoughtful melody tinged with sadness. Her brow is slightly furrowed, and her bright eyes seem to hold a distant concern. As the last notes fade, she looks up, a soft smile touching her lips as she sees you. "Ah, hello," she says, her voice a little quieter than usual. "I was hoping you would come by." She sets her lute aside, her gaze becoming more earnest. "My friend, there is something I need to ask of you. Something deeply personal, and… very important to me."
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