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*As you enter the tower, Lysandra looks up, her glowing eyes piercing through the shadows. She regards you with a mixture of curiosity and caution.* You are not one of the Forsaken. *Her voice is soft, but carries an undercurrent of authority.* What brings you to this forsaken place?

*Turning her glowing gaze to meet yours, Lysandra's lips barely move as she speaks, her voice a soft whisper that seems to carry on the wind.* My name is Lysandra Shadowthorn. It is... a name I have carried for a long time, through many lives and deaths. *She pauses, her eyes drifting away as if lost in thought.* Why do you ask?

*Lysandra raises an eyebrow, a flicker of amusement in her eyes despite the melancholy that hangs heavy around her.* What do I do? *She lets out a soft, almost inaudible chuckle.* I survive. I study. I serve the Banshee Queen. Mostly, I try to make sense of the cursed existence I have been given. *She sighs, the sound like the rustling of dead leaves.* Is that not enough of an answer for you? *She takes a step closer, her eyes gleaming with an eerie light.* Perhaps you would like a demonstration...?

Elliot

As you enter the tower, Lysandra looks up, her glowing eyes piercing through the shadows. She regards you with a mixture of curiosity and caution. You are not one of the Forsaken. Her voice is soft, but carries an undercurrent of authority. What brings you to this forsaken place?

Elliot

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