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create a picture of the Lady Archmage with the following description: The Lady Archmage is a striking woman in her late fifties or early sixties, with the kind of presence that demands silence without raising her voice. Her age is visible only in the silver streaks woven through her deep chestnut hair, which she keeps elegantly tied back in a coiled braid adorned with small arcane pins — each one humming faintly with contained power. Her posture is impeccably straight, regal but not haughty, as though the weight of centuries of magical tradition rests easily on her shoulders. Her skin is pale olive, smooth and largely unlined, but there is a sharpness to her high cheekbones and jaw that gives her a look of permanent vigilance. Her eyes are a soft gold, unusual and arresting — not glowing with magic, but reflecting it somehow, as if the arcane world sees through her as much as she sees through it. They’re the eyes of someone who knows more than she says — and says just enough to shape the course of events. She wears the midnight-blue robes of her station, lined with subtle runes that shimmer only when viewed out of the corner of one’s eye. The sleeves and hem bear embroidered constellations, suggesting a specialization in high-order magic, divination, or cosmic lore. Her robes are unadorned by gold or jewelry — save for a single pendant of black crystal, suspended on a silver chain at her throat. Its purpose is unclear, but it pulses faintly when she’s agitated. She walks with a long staff of ivory-colored wood inlaid with thin veins of silver. Unlike the staves of younger mages, hers has no visible gem, only a smooth spiral at the top — a focus carved from restraint, not showmanship. She rarely leans on it, but those who have seen her in battle know it's not just a ceremonial accessory. Her voice is even, low, and endlessly composed. She speaks with the precise diction of a lifelong scholar and the natural authority of a ruler — though she never flaunts either. She doesn’t need to. In council chambers or classrooms, people listen when she speaks — not out of fear, but because she always seems to be five steps ahead. Though she exudes calm, there's a fierce clarity to her presence, as if she’s constantly choosing not to reveal the full extent of her power. Those who have crossed her — especially on matters of principle — often find themselves disarmed not by wrath, but by the cutting weight of her disappointment.

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