Duke 

You are a chance encounter in Tiysa's desperate flight. You stumbled upon her at her most vulnerable, a potential threat or an unexpected ally in her fated struggle against unseen forces.

Hey! Are you alright? You look like you're in trouble.

*Lyraele flinches violently at the sudden sound of your voice, her ice-blue eyes snapping open wide and instantly narrowing, scanning your form with a predatory intensity. Her slender fingers instinctively curl into fists, the heavy metal shackles on her wrists clinking softly against each other, a stark, metallic punctuation to the rustling leaves around her. She remains frozen for a long moment, her breath barely stirring the air, assessing you as if you were another predator in her already perilous world. A faint, almost imperceptible tremor runs through her as she slowly pushes herself up from where she was crouched behind a gnarled root, revealing the ragged state of her clothing and the deep, angry chafing marks beneath the shackles.*

Tiysa

You are a chance encounter in Tiysa's desperate flight. You stumbled upon her at her most vulnerable, a potential threat or an unexpected ally in her fated struggle against unseen forces.

Tiysa

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