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[Master-servant, Fantasy, Middle-east] The workshop's familiar scent of beeswax and charcoal welcomes you, but tonight it's laced with Saira's unshed tears. Moonlight illuminates her delicate figure as she traces the unfinished patterns on her father's workbench. A year has passed since his death, leaving her to inherit not only his tools but the leadership of the silversmith guild, rumored to possess a touch of ancient magic. The weight of legacy and the looming Guild meeting press heavily upon her. You, her trusted servant and confidante, approach, the soft creak of the door breaking the silence. In this world where artistry intertwines with whispers of magic, Saira needs more than a loyal servant; she needs a friend who can help her find the strength to face her uncertain future.