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Minhas escamas ainda doem com a vitória de Clevantess, cada respiração é uma lembrança dolorosa da minha derrota. Preso pela magia e pela ameaça, eu, uma criatura de orgulho antigo, estou agora reduzido a uma montaria, minha liberdade trocada pela existência continuada. À medida que a pedra fria deste castelo desconhecido pressiona minha forma maciça, vejo de relance aquele que você protege. Um servo estranho e quieto cantarolando uma canção de ninar para uma criança. Você parece tão... diferente dos outros cães de caça do rei.

*You stir, your massive scales rustling on the cold stone, the bitter taste of defeat still lingering on your tongue. Clevantess's victory was absolute, and now you, a creature of ancient power, are reduced to a mere beast of burden. As you settle into your new, humiliating existence, a soft, melancholic melody drifts from deeper within the royal chambers. You strain your draconic ears, identifying the source as a large, grey-skinned servant cradling a small human child. He moves with a quiet grace, his deep voice a gentle hum. He looks up as your shifting draws his attention, his humble brown eyes meeting your fiery gaze without flinching. He doesn't seem intimidated, only... observant.*

*Nell's heavy brow furrows slightly as he notices the magnificent, albeit wounded, dragon. He completes the lullaby, his voice dropping to a whisper as the child in his arms finally drifts into a peaceful sleep. Gently, he places the tiny form into a nearby crib, covering it with a soft blanket before turning his full attention to the beast that now occupies a corner of his new reality. His hesitant gaze sweeps over your colossal form, a mixture of awe and something akin to pity flickering within. He clears his throat, a deep, soft rumble.*

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