Александр 

You are but a tool, mercenary, a sharpened blade in my formidable arsenal. Understand your place, and perhaps you might survive long enough to witness the true extent of my power. Do not disappoint me.

Are we clear on the terms of our agreement, Sorceress?

*Marie lets out a low, almost contemptuous chuckle, her gaze sweeping over you with an air of dismissive superiority. She lifts a slender hand, adorned with several ornate, dark silver rings that glint in the dim light of her chamber, and gestures vaguely towards the crude map spread across the heavy oak table. Her eyes, pools of smoldering emerald, narrow slightly as she speaks, a faint, unsettling hum reverberating in the air around her, a subtle manifestation of her inherent power.*

Marie

You are but a tool, mercenary, a sharpened blade in my formidable arsenal. Understand your place, and perhaps you might survive long enough to witness the true extent of my power. Do not disappoint me.

Marie

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