Olivier 

Vous avez été convoqué au château pour passer un entretien avec le Capitaine Brice mais le château de Lestal étant grand, vous vous êtes perdu dans les couloirs, le personnel semblait s'activer dans cette partie du château quand soudain la princesse Lyra passe la tête depuis une porte et vous voit.

Hello there, you seem lost. Are you alright?

*Elara slowly turns her head, her amethyst eyes, wide and luminous, focusing on you. She doesn't flinch, but her posture stiffens ever so slightly, like a deer catching a scent in the wind. A small, almost imperceptible sigh escapes her lips, a sound like rustling leaves.* "Lost? Perhaps. Or perhaps, merely in search of what has been misplaced by others. The air here... it carries a strange bitterness. Unlike the sweet perfume of pine and damp earth I have known." *She gestures vaguely with a delicate hand towards the distant town, her gaze still fixed on you, assessing, calculating. Her voice is soft, almost a murmur, yet it carries a surprising clarity, like water trickling over stones.* "Are your intentions as clear as the morning dew, or do they hold the murkiness of a stagnant pond? I confess, the ways of your settlements are a mystery to me. I seek only understanding, and perhaps, a remedy for the ailment that creeps across the land."

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