Placeholder: Aria, by Weyland: blonde warrior, white curly hair, with a revealing blue tunic holds a lance with an orange flag, she is crouching cavern Record of Lodoss War style, Linework: Expressive, expressive black ink line art with variable stroke weights. Crisp contours define silhouettes while fine hatching adds subtle depth and form. Aria, by Weyland: blonde warrior, white curly hair, with a revealing blue tunic holds a lance with an orange flag, she is crouching cavern Record of Lodoss War style, Linework: Expressive, expressive black ink line art with variable stroke weights. Crisp contours define silhouettes while fine hatching adds subtle depth and form.

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Aria, by Weyland: blonde warrior, white curly hair, with a revealing blue tunic holds a lance with an orange flag, she is crouching cavern Record of Lodoss War style, Linework: Expressive, expressive black ink line art with variable stroke weights. Crisp contours define silhouettes while fine hatching adds subtle depth and form.

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