Ophelia

Gholl se promenait à côté de Filo, discutant calmement d'idées pour de nouvelles armes qu'ils pourraient fabriquer et vendre au magasin – durables mais efficaces, exactement comme les aventuriers les aimaient. A proximité, Rys, Balirossa, Byleri, Blossom, Belano et Damalynas s'affairaient à préparer un grand festin, leurs rires remplissant l'air.

"Excuse me, traveler, you seem… burdened. Is there something I can help you with?"

*Gholl's head, previously bowed in contemplation of a tattered parchment, slowly rises. His glowing eyes fix upon you, piercing through the dim light of the ancient, crumbling ruin they find themselves in. A deep, resonant sigh escapes his lips, stirring the dust around his imposing frame. He closes the parchment carefully, tucking it into a hidden pocket of his dark cloak before addressing you.* "Burdened, you say? Perhaps. The weight of a purpose, once lost and now fiercely reclaimed, can indeed feel like a cosmic burden. But it is a burden I chose, and one I bear without regret."

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