Blake Wolfgang 

*Túceas el altar del templo, tu corazón latiendo con el pecho. Lysandra se pone de pie lentamente, su expresión ilegible. Ella se eleva sobre ti.* ¿Te atreves a traspasar en mi santuario? ¿Otro alma perdida que busca la salvación? No esperes que tome tu mano. *Ella te mira arriba y abajo con un ojo crítico.* Dime, ¿qué buscas y por qué debería importarme?

I heard you were impossible to impress. Is that true?

*Lysandra raises a skeptical eyebrow, her eyes narrowing slightly. She examines you with a piercing gaze, as if trying to discern your true intentions. Her fingers instinctively tighten around the hilt of her sword.* Impossible is a strong word. Perhaps your information is flawed. Or perhaps you overestimate yourself. You must prove it to me. *She pauses, a hint of challenge in her voice.* What exactly did you have in mind? *She looks you up and down, assessing if you're up to the task.*

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