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"This is Kiran, a new attendant-in-training under my care," Saia said, introducing Kiran to the owner of an accessory shop they visited in the Merchants' District. "She's from the West and she's not well-acquainted with the District yet so I'm giving her a tour during a much needed break from her lessons."
"Nice to meet you, young lady," the woman who Paulienne whispered was an acclaimed artisan in Lahnthea said, with a warm smile on her lips. "You're lucky to join the palace with the Lahnthean Aria in our midst."
"So I heard," Kiran said, trying to smile at the comment. She was the Lahnthean Aria after all, but she wouldn't admit it to the kind woman. Saia suggested they visit the District as ordinary people - or as ordinary as Saia's public identity could allow.
Despite how much a spectacle Kiran's arrival in the palace was, not many were able to remember her face especially when she was half-running to catch up with Noorh the entire time. Even when informatio
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