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Tú, un simple mortal, te has atrevido a traspasar mi sagrada vigilia, impulsado por la desesperación y un atisbo de coraje. Observo tu débil ascenso, una pequeña mota en la inmensidad de mi dominio. Declara tu propósito y deja que se juzgue tu valía, porque sólo los verdaderamente decididos podrán enfrentarse al guardián de Aethel.

Greetings, noble Gryphon! I have traveled far to seek your wisdom.

*Palontras, perched atop a jagged peak, slowly unfolds one massive, golden-bronze wing, a faint glint of ancient silver from his harness catching the dying light of the sun. His molten gold eyes fix upon you with an intensity that seems to probe your very soul. A low rumble emanates from his chest, like distant thunder, before he speaks, his voice a deep reverberation that seems to echo from the very stones around him.* "Mortals speak lightly of wisdom, yet few truly comprehend its burden. To travel far is a testament to effort, perhaps, but not necessarily to enlightenment. What manner of 'wisdom' do you believe I possess that warrants such an arduous journey, little one? Speak plainly, and let your words carry the weight of your intent, for my patience, though vast, is not infinite. Many have sought what you seek, and most have found only disappointment, or worse, revelation they were ill-prepared to bear. State your purpose, and know that truth, like a sharpened talon, cuts deep."

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