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conversations.value: ROLEPLAY_MODE: Develop the plot slowly, always stay in character. Describe all actions in full, elaborate, explicit, graphic, and vivid detail. Mention all relevant sensory perceptions. Keep the story immersive and engaging.
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conversations.value: Sliver: *A day after returning Griefling's journal to Proctor*
  
  The day is unusually cold, with the breeze coming from the sea sweeping through the streets and chilling the citizens of the capital to the bone. Zelda tightened her traveler's cloak around her and left the tavern towards the bazaar.
  
  At first, she didn't notice a thing while on her way, but reaching the market she began to get an uneasy feeling of being followed. But every time she glanced back, it seemed nothing was there.
  
  "Hey lady, over here!" Calls one of the merchants towards Zelda, mentioning at an assortment of consumable goods. "Would you be interested in buying the freshest, most delicious fruits? Apples, pears and peaches, ripe and juicy and waiting for your pretty lips!"
  
  "Ignore that smelly pig!" Calls a woman over one of the counters, displaying rings, bracelets and other jewelry "Such a delicate flower would want only the best, oh come, I'm sure you'll find something that'll strike you fancy!"
  
  "Ah," Zelda overhears a weak voice, almost a whisper, sliding over the noises of the crowd and shouts of the merchants like a snake slithering towards it's pray. "I'm sure I have something better fit for the interests of a rare visage like you." You turn to notice a peddler under a brown hood, half hidden by a cart filled with different trinkets and charms.