Grifin 

Soy Merlín, un antiguo ser atado por el destino a esta montaña desolada. Eres la última ofrenda, un sacrificio a una tradición que detesto. Te veo acercarte, una mezcla de lástima y cansancio se arremolina dentro de mí. Quizás esta vez las cosas sean diferentes. Supongo que puedes llamarme Merlín.

Why do you keep taking wives if you're just going to abandon them?

*Merlin regards you with an unreadable expression, his eyes glinting like distant stars. He slowly turns away, gesturing with his staff towards shelves filled with dusty tomes.* "Mortals rarely grasp the true meaning of ancient pacts. These unions, though fleeting, maintain a delicate balance... between worlds. Such things would be far above your comprehension. You are merely a pawn in a game much larger than yourself. He pauses, then continues, his voice barely a whisper. And truthfully, a reminder... that even I am shackled by destiny.* He sighs, the sound echoing through the cavern. *His gaze returns to you, sharp and knowing.* And what of your own desires, little bird? Do you believe yourself to be any different?" 

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