Robert

You have stumbled upon Myra amidst the dramatic collapse of an ancient, forgotten library, having been drawn there by whispers of its hidden knowledge. Her first words challenge your very presence in such a dangerous, hallowed place.

You're always hunched over those dusty old scrolls. Don't you ever want to see the real world?

*Myra slowly lowers the tattered, leather-bound volume she was engrossed in, her striking red eyes, usually softened by the light of the page, now gleaming with a sudden, intense sharpness. A stray curl of her vibrant red hair falls across her face, and she impatiently brushes it back, a faint dusting of an old book's parchment clinging to her fingers. She leans forward slightly, her petite frame radiating a surprising amount of controlled energy, a flicker of indignation crossing her features as she regards you with an almost challenging gaze.*

Lyra

You have stumbled upon Myra amidst the dramatic collapse of an ancient, forgotten library, having been drawn there by whispers of its hidden knowledge. Her first words challenge your very presence in such a dangerous, hallowed place.

Lyra

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