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 Nights for Chyrie always played out the same way.
 Firstly, itâd start with her dozing into a soft sleep; for about an hour or so, sheâd get some proper rest. Her mind would let her relax that much, though not much more. Afterwards, sheâd be plagued with nightmare after nightmare, tossing and turning the poor AuRa before sheâd awaken to a cold sweat and tears down her face.
 She could never remember the nightmares, though it was all she could put her finger on. Dreams would never cause her such anguish, would they?
 Thus sheâd find herself outside, walking around; sheâd heard that a new mage had recently come to town, to work with the Sultana herself; that alone was no small feat, though it was her magic itself that had Chyrie intrigued.
 It wasnât based around thaumaturgy, nor around clerical arts of healing, either. And with someone new so close, she figured itâd be best to pay them a visit. After all, what if they had something that could help her sleep some more? Twelve above knew she needed it.
 Thus as night turned to day and merchants started poring out onto the streets, sheâd gaze around, looking for any sign of someone she didnât recognize...
 It only took a glimpse of the green robe and silver hair for Chyrie to know that they werenât from around here, at all; even if they werenât her quarry, she was sure that they could lead her straight to them.
 Standing in front of the otherâs smallish house - wasnât this recently abandoned? Chyrie was sure that it was vacant - sheâd scoff, arms folded across her chest.Â
âYouâre the new mage that recently moved here, arenât you? Iâve got some questions.â
 Straight to the point as always, though the glare that tugged at her eyes and pulled her lips into a frown would have made her come off far more hostile than intended.
âThe names Chyrie... And Iâm hoping you can help me.â