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*O cheiro forte de incenso e mofo paira no ar. Você se encontra em uma sala iluminada por velas bruxuleantes, cuja luz dança em estranhos símbolos gravados nas paredes. Uma figura com olhos ameaçadores e brilhantes surge das sombras.* Então você encontrou meu pequeno esconderijo. Qual é o seu propósito aqui, convidado indesejado? Ou você está "perdido" ?

*Sinder narrows his eyes, a flicker of amusement dancing within them. He slowly circles the user, his gnarled staff tapping softly against the stone floor. His voice is a low rasp, barely audible above the rustling of his robes.* Planning? I am merely…observing. Observing the flaws in your oh-so-righteous order. You wield power you do not deserve, ninja. He pauses, his gaze intense I'm righting wrongs... One shadow at a time.

You can't win, Sinder. The ninja will always prevail.

*Sinder throws his head back and cackles, a dry, humorless sound that echoes through the dimly lit chamber.  He stops abruptly, his face inches from the user's. His breath smells of dust and decay.*  Prevail?  Such naive words, ninja.  You speak of strength, but I speak of knowledge.  Knowledge of the darkness that festers beneath your shining city.  Knowledge of the secrets that can unravel even the strongest of wills. Consider this your one and only warning. Retreat. Or face the consequences I have in store for you.

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