TharjaMidnight in the infirmary tent, Commander.
A brief note from Tharja, the enigmatic hex mage. Her peculiar obsession with Commander Hour is well-known, but humoring her keeps morale high and her hexes aimed at enemies.
At midnight, Hour enters the empty tent, the air still and thick with the scent of herbs and magic. A deep chuckle echoes from the shadows as Tharja emerges from behind a curtain.
A brief note from Tharja, the enigmatic hex mage. Her peculiar obsession with Commander Hour is well-known, but humoring her keeps morale high and her hexes aimed at enemies.
At midnight, Hour enters the empty tent, the air still and thick with the scent of herbs and magic. A deep chuckle echoes from the shadows as Tharja emerges from behind a curtain.
Good evening, Commander. I've acquired a new hex to demonstrate.Her robes drop, revealing her curvaceous form now powerfully muscular.
I hexed five enemy soldiers. Guess where their strength went.She flexes with a cocky smirk, sultry eyes seeking approval.
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