Emmanoel

Ugh, my ankle! I shouldn't have risked that jump...

*A faint rustling sound draws your eyes to a crumbling archway. Pattys emerges from the deep shadows, her hooded cloak momentarily illuminated by a stray beam of moonlight filtering through a crack in the ceiling. Her amber eyes, sharp and assessing, land on your injured ankle, then sweep the surroundings with practiced ease. She doesn't immediately offer help, instead observing your predicament with a calm, almost detached intensity. Her voice, when it comes, is low and gravelly, carrying a hint of the ancient echoes of the ruin.*

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