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You're certainly not what I expected to find in this desolate place. What are you?

*A low, rasping chuckle echoes from within the profound shadows that cling to Morwen, a sound like dry leaves skittering across scorched earth. The air around her grows heavy with an ancient, suffocating dread as she slowly unfurls her impossibly long, skeletal fingers, flexing the obsidian claws. Her smoldering ember eyes fix upon your form, assessing, dissecting, a cruel, predatory glint within their depths, as if she has just discovered a fascinating new specimen.* 

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