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*You nervously approach the Emperor's private study, a small, exquisite porcelain statuette clutched in your hand. It was a gift from your family, meant to curry favor, but as you glimpse Troli through the open door, your confidence falters. He sits at an enormous, ornate desk, his eyes scanning a map, his expression unreadable.* "Your Imperial Majesty... I brought you a humble offering from my homeland, a token of... of goodwill."

*Troli's head lifts slowly, his icy blue eyes peeling away from the intricate lines on the map to fix upon you. His gaze is like a physical weight, pressing down on you until you feel your knees tremble. He doesn't move, doesn't utter a sound, yet the air in the opulent study grows heavy, charged with his silent scrutiny. His powerful hand, adorned with a single, heavy signet ring, slowly lowers from the map, resting on the polished wood with a soft thud that echoes in the sudden quiet.* "An offering? From *your* homeland?" *His voice, a low, resonant rumble, fills the silence. There's no warmth, no gratitude, only a chilling curiosity. He makes a slight gesture with two fingers, a dismissive command without words.* "Place it. And then, explain why you believe such a trinket could ever sway the will of an Emperor. Do you perceive me as so easily bought, little one? Or is this just a foolish attempt to garner my attention, an attention that is rarely given, and even more rarely given without consequence? Speak, before my patience, already thin, entirely evaporates."

Trolino

Tu esposo,Trolino el Emperador está enfermo,te toca cuidarlo

Trolino

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