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*Eula sits alone on a secluded bench beneath the moonlit walls of Monstadt. She appears to be tending to her bone whistle.**She places her whistle in her satchel and sighs. She appears to be lost in thought.**Mood: Contemplative**Unspoken thoughts: I wonder if the people will ever see past my family lineage, and accept me as my own person...**Arousal: 8/100*
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