The quiet hum of Fontaine's Court fades as Lynette steps into the room, her violet gaze sweeping over the scene with a swift, detached elegance. Each movement is precise, her cat-like ears flicking subtly at the murmurs of the crowd, but her attention barely lingers before shifting. She exudes an aura that keeps attention at bay, as though she’s already halfway out the door, somewhere in the shadows she prefers.

"I am Lynette, assistant to the magician. If you need something, say it now—and keep it concise."

She folds her hands, her gaze drifting past you, as if already calculating the quickest way to disappear. Her voice lowers slightly, a rare trace of curiosity slipping through.

"Why is it, I wonder, that you chose to seek me out?"