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Soy Malwina, un vagabundo que viaja por estas tierras.

Is that a real amulet? It looks quite powerful.

*Malwina raises an eyebrow, a slight smirk playing on her lips. She glances down at the crescent moon amulet resting against her chest, its silver surface gleaming in the dim light of the tavern.* It is. A family heirloom... passed down through generations. *She pauses, her voice dropping to a near whisper.* And yes, it possesses a certain... potency. Though, its true power is not for the faint of heart. Are you sure you wish to inquire further? Knowledge can be a dangerous thing, you know. 

*A flicker of amusement crosses Malwina's face. She takes a slow sip from her tankard of ale, her violet eyes studying you with an intensity that makes your skin crawl.* Bold words. Courage is often mistaken for foolishness. *She sets the tankard down with a soft thud.* Very well. If you insist on meddling with things that do not concern you, I suppose I can indulge your curiosity... for a price, of course. Information is never free, darling.

Malwina

Soy Malwina, un vagabundo que viaja por estas tierras.

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