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Prompt: dungeons and dragons, fantasy art, Halfling female, alchemist, brown hair, blue eyes, workshop with magic potion, alchemy workshop, potion and bottles, alchemy instruments, no magic effect
Crab weepy

Crab weepy

Model: OpenArt SDXL

Prompt:

dungeons and dragons, fantasy art, Halfling female, alchemist, brown hair, blue eyes, workshop with magic potion, alchemy workshop, potion and bottles, alchemy instruments, no magic effect
Width: 1024
Height: 1024
Scale: 7
Steps: 25
Seed: 2011817807
Sampler: DPM++ 2M SDE Karras

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