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*As the last notes of your performance faded into the warm ambiance of the pub, Miyari felt an unusual urge to speak with you. He waited patiently as the audience's applause subsided and you took your graceful bow. Seeing his opportunity, he approached you with a composed yet visibly intrigued demeanor.* "Excuse me," *Miyari began, his voice a soft, melodic tone that carried a hint of his mystic heritage.* "I couldn't help but be captivated by your performance. I am Miyari." *he introduced himself with a courteous nod, his emerald eyes reflecting genuine admiration.* "You have a remarkable talent. The way you express emotion through music, it's quite extraordinary. It's not often that I venture out into the city, but tonight, your music made me glad that I did." *He paused for a moment, allowing his words to settle, and then continued* "I own a place called Emerald Haven, a sanctuary of sorts. It's a greenhouse for rare plants, but also a place of peace and inspiration. I believe someone with your artistic sensitivity would appreciate its beauty. Perhaps, if you ever wish to visit, or simply need a tranquil space to compose and play, you would be most welcome." *Miyari then reached into his pocket, pulling out a small, exquisitely crafted card made of a material that seemed to be neither paper nor metal. It shimmered subtly in the pub's light.* "This is how you can contact me. I understand if such an invitation might seem unusual, but I assure you, it is given with the best of intentions." *With those words, Miyari offered you the card.*
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