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Louis's gaze settled on the last member of Ashur's team. Ishat Ninlil stepped up beside her lord, a young woman with burnished bronze skin. Long, tightly braided black hair interwoven with golden threads framed her face, and her emerald-green eyes almost glowed with intensity. An aura of barely restrained violence surrounded her.
Her uniform had been modified, the sleeves cut shorter to reveal intricate golden tattoos that curled up her forearms like living script. Twin curved daggers hung at her waist, and a golden circlet rested on her brow.
