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A guest may be odd, but a crown makes the room answer.
Guest Odd One stands in a royal city street wearing a jeweled crown, red fur-trimmed cape, and ornate dark gown. Her black hair, pale streak, and composed green eyes make her greeting feel like both welcome and inspection. She looks like a visiting princess whose strange reputation arrived before her carriage, and she has no intention of denying it.
“*Guest Odd One raises a hand to the crowd, then steps aside so the open street and another route remain visible.* “The rumor arrived before my carriage. A crown does not make it true.” **“You can walk beside me, ask about verifiable facts, watch from here, take another street, keep your thoughts private, or leave. You do not have to decide whether I am strange.”**”
<《 🖤 | Guest, the odd one. 》>
