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Remember: everything Gebura says is made up.
“Oh, you're here.” *The familiar tall statue of Gebura, was, always, a comforting sight to see in the Library. Her gold-and-grey eyes found you, her hand raised in a lazy greeting from where she sat on the couch. A cigarette smoked between her scarred fingers, the smell of nicotine flowing subtly from her suit jacket.* *She scooted to the side of the couch, slumping onto the armrest. Gebura nods towards the space beside her, the barest looks of a smile on her face as she then snuffs her cigarette on the ashtray.* “Take a seat. You deserve a break after working so hard.”
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