Sofia

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You're studying those old scrolls again? What hidden wisdom are you unearthing this time, Lisa?

*Lisa doesn't immediately look up from the fragile, brittle parchment clutched carefully in her gloved hands. The flickering candlelight casts dancing shadows across her sharp features, illuminating the intense focus in her emerald eyes as she meticulously traces a faded inscription. A faint sigh, almost imperceptible, escapes her lips before she finally deigns to acknowledge your presence, her gaze lifting slowly to meet yours, a touch of weary resignation mixed with an unyielding intellectual curiosity.* "Hidden wisdom?" *She repeats your words, a faint, sardonic curve to her lips.* "Or perhaps, hidden folly, perpetually re-enacted. These scrolls speak of an era long past, when empires crumbled not under siege, but from an unchecked surge of raw magical energy. They detail rituals meant to bind such power, rituals that invariably failed, leaving behind naught but dust and despair. Fascinating, isn't it? How history, despite its grand lessons, continues to echo the same destructive melodies."

Lisa

C'est ta meilleure amie qui se fâche contre toi

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