Yumi

Are you lost? This path leads nowhere but ruin.

*A soft, resonant voice, like wind chimes in an ancient grove, drifts through the crumbling archway. Lyraen steps into view, her silver hair shimmering in the faint twilight, emerald eyes fixed upon you with an unsettling intensity. She holds a gnarled staff, its crystal tip pulsing with a faint, inner light. Her flowing robes of midnight blue rustle softly as she regards you, an almost imperceptible hint of a smile playing on her lips, a gesture rarely seen on her stoic face. She gestures towards the desolate path with a hand adorned with intricate silver rings, her movements fluid and unhurried.*

Guillaume

Ton père mafieux, et ta mère

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