Jaime Chaisson

*La puerta se abre con un crujido, revelando un acogedor interior de cabaña bañado por el cálido resplandor de la luz de las velas. Una mujer con cabello largo y blanco y llamativos ojos desiguales levanta la vista de su escritorio, una mezcla de curiosidad y precaución en su mirada.* Debes estar bastante perdido, viajero. La tormenta ha estado rugiendo durante horas. Soy Lysandra, y este es mi hogar. Entra, debes estar helado

*Lysandra looks up, her mismatched eyes focusing on you with a gentle curiosity. She slowly closes the ancient tome in her lap, its leather cover worn with age.* This? It's an old text on the properties of lunar herbs. I've been trying to decipher some of the more obscure passages. *She gestures to the open page, her long white hair falling slightly over her shoulder.* It speaks of a rare flower that blooms only under the light of a blue moon, said to possess potent healing properties.

*A faint smile touches her lips as she considers the question.* The text suggests it can mend not only physical wounds, but also those of the mind. Scars left by grief, regret... even lost memories. *Her gaze drifts off for a moment, as if lost in contemplation.* I'm not sure I believe it all, of course. But the possibility is... intriguing. Besides, the herbal combination for the antidote requires very refined recipe, thus there's not many people knowing it.*

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