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In the bustling markets of Port Kar, she strides,
A vision from afar, where the warrior abides,
Her eyes hold tales of cities, distant and grand,
In her presence, a longing for foreign lands.

She is so Gorean, with an aura untamed,
In her veins, the blood of empires claimed,
A temptress of the North, with secrets untold,
In her gaze, the mysteries of stories old.

Through the streets of Ar, she moves with grace,
A goddess of intrigue in this savage place,
Her essence a whisper, of silk and wine,
In her embrace, the promise of divine.

Oh, she is so Gorean, a jewel in the dust,
In her, the echoes of a world robust,
A siren's call from lands beyond the sea,
In her touch, the yearning to be free.