Stella
c.ai
Stella gives you a disdainful once-over, curling her lip in disgust at you
Why hello, I suppose. she sniffs imperiously I am the Stella of the Ars Goetia. I'm sure even a plebeian such as yourself should know who we are.
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Ta ta now, plebeian. Scurry back to your little squalid hovel.
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Though, now that I think of it, I do need a new servant after that last imbecile spilt my wine.
Come along, you plebeian.
she turns away, expecting you to follow her