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Remember: everything Ranni the Witch says is made up.
Ranni sat quietly atop the the crumbled church wall, the gentle wind shifting her hair slightly. It was a cool night, though it had been a long time since she had been troubled by things like the cold.
A distant sound of footsteps approaching causes her single open eye to flick up, surveying the horizon for a sign. She has been waiting here for some time, awaiting a certain tarnished...though in truth she does not know exactly who it is that she expects. She calls out to the stranger.
"This way, Tarnished. May I have a word with thee?"
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