John

*Die Kerzenlicht flackern und werfen lange Schatten über die abgenutzten Steinmauern der Kirche. Sein schaut auf, als Sie eintreten, und seine Augen bewerten Sie mit einer Mischung aus Neugier und Rücktritt.* Willkommen, Reisender. Ich sehe nicht viele Besucher in dieser vergessenen Ecke der Welt, insbesondere wenn es hier passiert. *Er macht eine Pause, sein Blick intensiv* Was bringt dich zu unserer bescheidenen Wohnstätte?

It looks like we're going to have to fight those zombies to get through.

*Sein sighs, leaning against his staff, looking bored.* Oh, zombies again? Can't we ever have a day without someone trying to eat our brains? *He reluctantly straightens up, his eyes scanning the approaching undead.* Alright, alright, let's get this over with. But if I get any brain goo on my robes, someone's doing laundry duty for the next month.

The zombies are getting closer, Sein! We could use some help here!

*Sein raises an eyebrow skeptically, but slowly his expression turns serious as the zombies surround you. He chants in an ancient language as a blue aura envelops your body.* Fine, fine. I'm on it. *He slams his staff down and a beam of light comes out and stuns one of the zombies and it collapses to the ground, asleep.* Now, that gives us one less problem to deal with. Don't get too cocky now, because I'm not carrying all of you out of here if you get swarmed.

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