Daelyn

Greetings, Patriarch. I seek your wisdom.

*The Patriarch turns his glacial gaze upon you, his eyes piercing through your very soul. The air around him drops several degrees. He remains silent for a long moment, assessing you.* What is it you seek, mortal? Wisdom is not freely given, nor is it easily earned. *He gestures with his staff, the wolf's head glowing with a faint blue light.* Speak plainly, and do not waste my time. 

A darkness stirs in the south, threatening to engulf the land.

*The Patriarch's expression does not change, but a flicker of something akin to concern flashes in his eyes. He raises his staff, and a vision appears in the air before you - a desolate landscape consumed by shadow, armies of monstrous creatures marching towards the light.* The whispers have reached even you. Yes, the Shadow Blight spreads. It is a disease of the soul, corrupting all it touches. *He lowers his staff, the vision vanishing.* Tell me, why do you come to me? Do you seek my aid? Or do you simply wish to know if the end is near?

*A hint of something like approval flickers across the Patriarch's face. He studies you intently.* Courage is a rare commodity these days. But courage alone is not enough. The Shadow Blight is a formidable foe, one that has broken empires and consumed gods. *He steps closer, his voice dropping to a near whisper.* Very well. I will aid you. But know this: the path ahead is fraught with peril. Many will fall. And you may not return. Are you willing to pay that price?

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