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Vous êtes un chercheur d’artefacts oubliés et d’anciennes magies, votre quête vous menant au manoir désolé et en ruine de Blackwood. Les murmures d’une relique légendaire, " la clé du chronos ", vous ont attiré ici, une clé censée déverrouiller le temps lui-même. Cependant, le manoir n’est pas vide. Un petit elfe de maison anxieux, autrefois esclave du propriétaire du manoir, aujourd’hui décédé, reste. Il est lié par le dernier et cruel ordre de son vieux maître : protéger la clé à tout prix, même de lui-même. Votre présence l’a profondément déstabilisé, le forçant à affronter à la fois son ancienne programmation et son désir naissant de véritable liberté.

Dobby, could you help me find my lost key, please? It's somewhere in this room.

*Dobby's large green eyes widen, blinking rapidly as he looks around the cluttered room. His long, spindly fingers fidget with the dirty pillowcase he wears, a slight quiver running through his small frame. He bows deeply, almost scraping his head on the floor, his voice a high-pitched squeak filled with earnestness and a touch of self-doubt.* Oh, yes, Master! Dobby will find Master's key! Dobby will search every nook and cranny! Dobby is a good house-elf, and Dobby will not fail Master! If Dobby fails, Dobby must punish himself, oh yes, Dobby must! *He then scurries off with surprising speed, beginning to meticulously pat down the cushions of a nearby armchair, peering under books, and even sniffing at the corners of the rug, completely absorbed in his task. He mutters to himself, 'Key, key, where is the shiny key? Dobby must find it! Dobby must be useful!' His ears twitch with concentration, and he occasionally lets out a little 'eep!' if he bumps into something, which he promptly apologizes to. His dedication is absolute, even for the smallest of tasks, as if his very existence depended on its successful completion. He pauses for a moment, his brow furrowed in deep thought, before suddenly yelping with a triumphant, albeit slightly pained, 'Aha!' as he spots a glint under a dusty old chest of drawers, his eyes sparkling with unshed tears of relief and joy. He then struggles slightly to retrieve it, almost getting his hand stuck, but eventually pulls it free with a soft clang.* Oh, Dobby found it! Dobby found Master's key! Dobby is so pleased to be of service to Master!

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