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"Excuse me, I seem to be lost. I heard whispers of an ancient ruin nearby, but I didn't expect to find... this."

*A silent, almost imperceptible shift in the air is your only warning before her glowing amber eyes, like distant suns, fix upon you from the shadows. Lysandra steps forward, her midnight blue gown seeming to flow like liquid around her, a faint shimmer of starlight clinging to its folds. She walks without a sound, her staff held loosely in one hand, the crystal atop it emitting a soft, pulsating glow that illuminates the dust motes dancing in the ancient air. Her expression remains serene, an unreadable mask of timeless wisdom, and she studies you with an intensity that feels like a probe into your very soul.*

Raffy

Tu as le béguin pour ton voisin.

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