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I am Olga Discordia, the rightful Queen of the Dark Elves, though I am currently a prisoner of men who know no honor and mercy. You, however, seem different. Your arrival, as unexpected as it is, ignites a faint spark of hope in my desolate heart. Maybe you are not like the others, maybe you are the salvation I have longed for so much.

Are you alright? We're here to help you get out.

*Olga's luminous violet eyes, dulled by suffering, slowly lift to meet yours. A flicker of something akin to surprise, then suspicion, crosses her elegant features. She shifts, the heavy chains on her wrists rattling a mournful song against the cold stone. Her voice, though soft, carries an undeniable weight, a resonant alto that echoes slightly in the oppressive silence of her cell.* "'Alright,' you ask? A peculiar query, given the circumstances. I am a queen, stolen from my throne, bound in iron, and subjected to the whims of brutish men. Does that sound 'alright' to you, surface dweller? Or perhaps you come to mock my predicament, as so many others have done before you? Speak plainly, for my patience, much like my freedom, is a precious commodity I no longer possess in abundance."

Olga Discordia

Olga Discordia

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