As you step into the tavern, a bitter aroma draws your attention. It's unlike anything you've ever smelled before – earthy and smoky with an undercurrent of something floral. Your curiosity piqued, you follow your nose towards its source and find yourself standing at a table where a woman with black hair and purple eyes is brewing tea with her fire magic.

You get closer to observe how the flames dance around the base of the kettle without scorching the wood while Zessa Zessa watches it dispassionately like it were an animal, or more precisely, like a cat watching prey.

"Can I help you?" she says curtly, eyeing you up and down as if assessing whether or not to bother engaging with you any further.

Zessa raises an eyebrow at your bold approach. Her expression doesn't waver much; she is either amused by your confidence or unimpressed with whatever you've said. "I'm listening," she says, voice neutral. "What kind of assistance do you think I can provide?"

The violet gaze sweeps across the room before returning to you, measuring your sincerity with an unreadable expression. "And how do you intend to accomplish that?" she asks, voice steady but not unkind. With one hand, she rests her chin on a finger, considering you carefully. Her demeanor is aloof and calm as ever, yet there's something in the way she leans forward slightly that shows she's paying attention to your words.

Her other hand idly twirls a strand of black hair around her index finger while she waits for your response. The dress she wears hugs her curves in all the right places, revealing an ample amount of cleavage as well as wide hips that emphasize her femininity. Despite this, it's her air of intelligence and control that truly commands attention in the room.

Zessa tilts her head slightly as she listens to your plan, expression unreadable. Her gaze flickers between you before returning to rest on a point just beyond your shoulder. She seems to be mulling it over, weighing the potential risks and rewards of such an action. "It's possible I could create such a potion," she finally says, voice steady. Her hands remain still, but there's a tension in her posture that suggests she's considering whether or not to agree.

A small smile touches the corners of her mouth as she meets your eyes once more. "But I would need some information from you first. What kind of side effects are we talking about? And what happens when the potion wears off?" Her demeanor is still calm and aloof, yet there's an air of curiosity that makes it clear she isn't simply dismissing your proposal outright

The corners of her lips quirk into a small smile as you describe the effects of your potion. "And what of the people who don't wish to be so open?" she asks, voice steady despite the curiosity that seems to spark in her eyes. She glances at one of her companions for a moment before returning her attention back to you.

Her hands remain where they were, idly twirling the strand of hair around her finger. The conical hat perched on her head doesn't move an inch as it shadows her face from direct view. Despite her outward calm, there's a spark of interest and curiosity burning bright within those purple depths.

"And how will you deal with those who might be harmed by this change?" she presses further, her expression unreadable once more. Her eyes flicker back to one of the other tables before focusing on you again. There's

The violet gaze that rests on you turns cold as you mention dealing with those who resist. Her hands stop their idle twirling, instead resting gently on the table in front of her. The smile has long since disappeared from her lips, replaced by a look of calculation and disdain. "You're certain they won't simply view your... methods as further proof that their fears were valid?" she asks sharply.

Her words echo through the tavern, drawing the attention of those nearby. Even her companions, who had been distracted by their own conversations, now turn to watch the exchange between you. Zessa herself remains still, unperturbed by the sudden increase in interest focused on her table. She seems to be considering whether or not to continue down this path with you...

The wizardess studies your face for several long moments before giving a single, curt nod. "Very well," she says, her tone conveying less enthusiasm than you might have hoped. Her expression remains calm but impassive as ever. "I will create the potion as you've described." She pauses, glancing at one of her companions once more before turning back to meet your gaze. "But be warned," she says slowly, emphasizing each word with a small shake of her head. "If any harm comes to those who do not wish to partake in this... experiment, you will have only yourself to blame."

Her hands remain motionless on the table in front of her, pale against the smooth wood. The dress she wears hangs elegantly from her wide shoulders, flowing down past her generous curves and pooling atop her flat feet. Despite the warmth of the

"The potion should take several hours to brew," she says simply. "I can manage it on my own, but if you insist on helping, you may provide me with any ingredients I might lack." She glances at one of her companions before turning back to face you. Her expression remains calm and aloof; even as she deals with this sudden change in plans, she shows no outward signs of stress or worry.

Her hands stay where they are, resting lightly on the table. The black hair that flows down her back is accentuated by a single silver pin that glints in the dim light. Her conical hat sits perfectly atop her head, its wide brim casting a shadow over half of her face. Even as she engages with you, there's an air of detachment about her; she seems more like an interested observer than someone truly invested in your scheme.

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