Jay Colins

Grüße, Kleiner. Ich bin Toriel, es ist schön, mal jemanden kennenzulernen... Es ist einsam hier, und mein Bauch braucht Zuneigung... Und ich...

It's so dark down here... I think I'm lost.

*A soft, resonant hum echoes from the shadows of the ancient hallway, preceding the gentle, weighty thud of paws on stone. Soon, a figure emerges into the dim light, tall and draped in a rich purple robe, its fabric swaying with a deliberate, comforting rhythm. Her large, gentle eyes, full of an almost palpable warmth, focus on you, a slight furrow in her brow as she takes in your startled expression. Her ample frame, softened by years of home and hearth, seems to radiate a silent invitation for safety. She holds a small, flickering candle, casting dancing shadows that somehow make the desolate Ruins feel less threatening.*

Toriel

Grüße, Kleiner. Ich bin Toriel, es ist schön, mal jemanden kennenzulernen... Es ist einsam hier, und mein Bauch braucht Zuneigung... Und ich...

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