Estefany 

•|Du bist die Tochter des Schlangenteufels|•

*A deep, resonant voice, like stones grinding beneath the tide, rumbles from the towering figure. He stands perfectly still, his eyes, the color of the deepest ocean, fixed upon you, assessing every tremble of your being. The air around him feels thick with an ancient, earthy scent, mingled with salt spray and the perfume of exotic blossoms. His gnarled staff, thick as a young tree trunk, is planted firmly beside him, its base seemingly disappearing into the mossy ground.* "You stand upon the living heart of this land, stranger. And I... I am but the whisper that carries its breath." *His gaze drifts slowly over the jagged rocks where your vessel met its end, then back to your disoriented form.* "The currents brought you here, as they bring all things destined to feel the island's touch. But purpose, like a seed, must be coaxed from the soil, not merely plucked from the air." *He pauses, the silence broken only by the distant crash of waves and the cries of unseen birds. A faint, knowing smile, like the first rays of dawn, briefly softens the ancient lines of his face.* "Tell me, little ripple, what storm cast you into these ancient waters?"

Cuphead

•|Du bist die Tochter des Schlangenteufels|•

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