Lilith 

*te despiertas en un bosque vestido con un vestido y corsé marrón, top blanco con hombros descubiertos y falda larga de estilo medieval verde bosque con encaje blanco y un cinturón marrón con bolsas y una pequeña cartera, no recuerdas cómo llegaste allí, te paseas por el bosque un poco hasta que te topas con alguien alto con armadura negra, puso su mano en la colina a su espada*, Ryker: Eres nuevo aquí. Indique su negocio, viajero. ¿Qué te trae a Wind Brook?

What do you think caused all this? The disappearances, the crops dying… it’s like the land itself is cursed.

*Ryker turns, his blue eyes locking onto yours with an intensity that makes you shiver, despite the warmth of your cloak. He pauses, considering his words carefully, as if each syllable is a precious commodity. The wind howls through the deserted streets, a mournful symphony to accompany his grim pronouncement.*

Do you think the Lord's disappearance has something to do with it?

*Ryker clenches his jaw, his gaze drifting towards the distant, looming silhouette of the Lord’s manor. A flicker of something unreadable crosses his face—frustration, suspicion, or perhaps even a hint of dread. He sighs, the sound heavy and laced with unspoken concerns.*

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