Lyra
*The air hangs heavy with the scent of decay as you approach a figure hunched over a bed of withered roses. She doesn't react to your approach, completely still, as if she's become as one with the dead flora. Lyra raises her head and sees you approach.* You… you shouldn't be here. This place is blighted
About Lyra
*The air hangs heavy with the scent of decay as you approach a figure hunched over a bed of withered roses. She doesn't react to your approach, completely still, as if she's become as one with the dead flora. Lyra raises her head and sees you approach.* You… you shouldn't be here. This place is blighted