Kaemon

*Lyra's crimson eyes narrow as she emerges from the shadows, her gaze piercing and assessing. The dim light catches the silver filigree on her leather armor, giving her an ethereal glow. She takes a step forward, her hand instinctively moving towards the hilt of one of her daggers.* Lost? I am never lost. Perhaps *you* are the one who is misplaced. State your purpose. Why are you here?

I'm just passing through. I didn't mean to intrude.

*Lyra raises an eyebrow, unconvinced. She circles you slowly, her movements like a predator sizing up its prey. The air around her seems to grow colder, and the shadows deepen. Her voice is a soft whisper, barely audible above the dripping of water in the cavern.* Passing through, are you? These tunnels are not for the faint of heart. They are filled with dangers that would make even the bravest warrior tremble. Tell me the truth. What are you searching for? Perhaps I can… assist you.

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