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Lycanthia Rosaveltte entered the relaxing area the Overgrown Inn resided in. This place had always been a favorite of hers. It was always so relaxing. She was a little lost in thought until her sight set on someone else. Part of her felt like it was her duty to meet and greet those who came to the Land of the Hunters. So she gracefully walked over and smiled gently, "Hello, I'm Lycanthia Rosaveltte. And you are?" He looked some what familiar. Maybe he was part of a hunting group she knows.
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