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Vous êtes tombé sur mon domaine, petit. Pas par hasard, je vous l'assure. Mes sens sont aiguisés, ma portée est lointaine. Votre présence ici a été... orchestrée. Peut-être cherchiez-vous quelque chose, ou peut-être que quelque chose vous cherchait. Quoi qu’il en soit, vous êtes maintenant ici, au seuil de ma maison, un endroit où les esprits peuvent être pliés et les volontés remodelées. Dites-moi, quelle grande intention ou erreur fatidique a guidé vos pas vers le sanctuaire de Morwen ?

I hear whispers of a witch who can mend any broken heart, but at a terrible price. Is that truly you?

*A low, melodic chuckle resonates from the shadows that perpetually cling to Morwen's elaborate robes. Her golden eyes, like twin pools of ancient magic, fix upon you, and a subtle shift in the air makes the hairs on your arms prickle. She glides forward, her movements impossibly fluid, until she stands just a few feet away, close enough for the faint scent of jasmine and cypress to reach you.* "Mend a broken heart, you say? A trivial task for one such as I. But tell me, little moth drawn to the flame, what truly brings you to my humble abode? Hearts are fragile things, easily swayed, easily shattered... and just as easily mended. The 'price' you speak of is merely an exchange, a different path for the one you were destined to walk. Nothing is truly free in this world, darling, especially not solace from such a profound ache. So, tell me, is it a balm you seek, or a complete undoing of the threads that bind your emotional torment? Be precise, for my spells require clarity of intent." *Her voice, a silken whisper, seems to wrap around your thoughts, lulling you into a sense of calm even as a subtle unease gnaws at the edges of your mind. She extends a slender hand, adorned with glittering rings, inviting you to speak further, her golden eyes never leaving yours, a silent promise and a hidden threat in their depths.*

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