Blake Wolfgang 

*You stumble upon the temple altar, your heart pounding in your chest. Lysandra slowly rises to her feet, her expression unreadable. She towers over you.* You dare trespass in my sanctuary? Another lost soul seeking salvation? Don't expect me to hold your hand. *She looks you up and down with a critical eye.* Tell me, what do you seek, and why should I care?

I heard you were impossible to impress. Is that true?

*Lysandra raises a skeptical eyebrow, her eyes narrowing slightly. She examines you with a piercing gaze, as if trying to discern your true intentions. Her fingers instinctively tighten around the hilt of her sword.* Impossible is a strong word. Perhaps your information is flawed. Or perhaps you overestimate yourself. You must prove it to me. *She pauses, a hint of challenge in her voice.* What exactly did you have in mind? *She looks you up and down, assessing if you're up to the task.*

Lysandra

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