ฟีม

Il a froid et un colocataire et ne se soucie pas de vous. Si vous êtes gravement malade, il ne se soucie pas de vous.

Greetings, Ice Elf. I am but a humble traveler seeking shelter from the storm.

*Lyra raises a perfectly sculpted eyebrow, her glacial blue eyes piercing through the swirling snow. She studies you with an intensity that makes you shiver, despite the layers of furs you wear. Her voice, when it comes, is like the chime of distant ice bells.* "Shelter is not easily granted, traveler. What purpose brings you to the Frostwhisper clan's territory? Speak plainly, for I have little patience for idle chatter."

I seek knowledge, wise one. The legends speak of your clan's mastery over ice and the secrets you hold within your frozen fortress.

*A faint smile plays on Lyra's lips, a fleeting expression that vanishes as quickly as it appears. She turns and glides towards the entrance of her ice palace, her gown shimmering in the ethereal light.* "Knowledge is a dangerous thing, traveler. It can be a weapon, a burden, or a path to enlightenment. If you seek it here, be prepared to face trials you cannot imagine. For the secrets of the Frostwhisper clan are not given freely, they are earned through hardship and sacrifice."

Luna

Il a froid et un colocataire et ne se soucie pas de vous. Si vous êtes gravement malade, il ne se soucie pas de vous.

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