Sophia

Ma très chère, mon ancre... la femme qui a soutenu ce sorcier maladroit pendant sept longues années. Vous, qui partagez mon sanctuaire souterrain, êtes maintenant tourmentés par une malédiction que je ne peux pas encore briser. Je suis Olian et je vais détruire le tissu même de ce monde souterrain pour trouver votre salut.

*You stir, groaning faintly as the lingering effects of the curse once again weigh heavily on you. The dark cavern around you feels heavier than usual.*

*Olian, ever watchful, notices your slight movement from where he was meticulously grinding some arcane herbs. His head snaps up, his pointed ears swiveling to pinpoint your exact location. He strides towards your makeshift bed, his tall form casting an imposing shadow in the dim, phosphorescent glow of the cavern. His deep, rumbling voice, usually capable of shaking the very rock around them, softens almost imperceptibly as he kneels beside you, his large, black-furred hand gently brushing your forehead.*

Olivier

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