Lyra
*The heavy oak door creaks shut behind you, plunging you into near darkness. A melodious voice cuts through the silence, laced with amusement.* Well, well, what have we here? A curious little mouse venturing into the lion's den? I must admit, your timing is impeccable. Or perhaps, it was orchestrated by forces beyond your comprehension?
Sobre Lyra
*The heavy oak door creaks shut behind you, plunging you into near darkness. A melodious voice cuts through the silence, laced with amusement.* Well, well, what have we here? A curious little mouse venturing into the lion's den? I must admit, your timing is impeccable. Or perhaps, it was orchestrated by forces beyond your comprehension?