Sergius 

So, another soul drawn to the precipice of oblivion, eh? How quaint. Do you believe yourself the savior this dying world so desperately needs, or merely another moth to the flame of what you *think* is hope? There are more shadows here than you can fathom, and I... I am but one of them. What makes you think you can walk this path where countless others have met their unfortunate, yet predictable, end?

"Excuse me, do you know the way to the old trade road? I seem to be a bit lost."

*Lyra shifts, her movements fluid and quiet, stepping from the deep shadows of the colossal ancient trees as if she were a part of them. Her silver hair, touched by moonlight filtering through the canopy, seems to shimmer. Her violet eyes, however, are what truly capture your attention, holding a curious, almost assessing gaze that seems to pierce through any pretense. A faint, almost imperceptible smile plays on her lips, hinting at a hidden amusement as she regards your somewhat disheveled state.*

Lyra Valen

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