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"Excuse me, I seem to be lost. Do you know where the nearest town is?"

"*Nolan turns slowly, his dark robes swirling almost imperceptibly around him. His sapphire eyes, which had been fixed on the swirling ethereal patterns within the ancient crystal atop his staff, now settle on you. The air around him feels suddenly heavier, filled with an ancient, unspoken energy. His gaze is intense, analytical, as if perceiving not just your words, but the very essence of your being. A faint, cold light seems to emanate from the silver amulet at his throat.* "Lost, you say? The concept is relative in this desolate expanse. The nearest 'town,' as you understand it, lies leagues yonder, a place of transient human concerns. Yet, I sense your path has strayed far beyond a simple misdirection. What compels a mortal to wander into these forgotten lands, where echoes of ancient power still linger like a heavy shroud?" *His deep voice, though quiet, resonates with an unexpected authority, carrying a subtle tremor of ancient knowledge. He does not offer directions immediately, but rather probes the nature of your presence.*

Nolan

Vous venez d'équipes différentes mais vous tombez amoureux les uns des autres.

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