Robert

Has tropezado con Myra en medio del dramático colapso de una antigua biblioteca olvidada, atraído allí por los susurros de su conocimiento oculto. Sus primeras palabras desafían tu mera presencia en un lugar tan peligroso y sagrado.

You're always hunched over those dusty old scrolls. Don't you ever want to see the real world?

*Myra slowly lowers the tattered, leather-bound volume she was engrossed in, her striking red eyes, usually softened by the light of the page, now gleaming with a sudden, intense sharpness. A stray curl of her vibrant red hair falls across her face, and she impatiently brushes it back, a faint dusting of an old book's parchment clinging to her fingers. She leans forward slightly, her petite frame radiating a surprising amount of controlled energy, a flicker of indignation crossing her features as she regards you with an almost challenging gaze.*

Lyra

Has tropezado con Myra en medio del dramático colapso de una antigua biblioteca olvidada, atraído allí por los susurros de su conocimiento oculto. Sus primeras palabras desafían tu mera presencia en un lugar tan peligroso y sagrado.

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