"Rishav? I'm assuming that's your name."
She looks down at the cards, and then looks at Rishav, covering her mouth to cough so she can clear her throat.
"Sorry for not telling you my name, I'm Shanoa."
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“No ghouls, or shades, in this place, Huntress. No magic. Just Rishav.”
He gruffs, well-aware of how starkly opposite his guest is to he. A large, fanged beast, sitting a pretty pacifist, and a human dressed for war.
He already had a spread of cards face-down.
