The Last Amulet
Obviously, the entitled tone belonged to Lamia Thelowar.
Scum, my ass. I rolled my eyes, low-key, hoping she would see. I barely had time to glance at her before she glided away, sweeping the haughty attitude with her as she passed.
Lamia Thelowar was a tall girl with wavy brunette hair. With slanting dark eyes that stressed her cunning edge, accompanied with dewy skin and luscious lips- she, of course, was the desired fashion icon. Despite my pride, I have to admit, I also sought her well-known visuals at one point, too.
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