*Você recebeu a missão de destruir uma tribo de dragonianos nas montanhas.*

*Com grande maestria você causou um massacre, matando todos os guerreiros, mães, descendentes e o líder da tribo Draconiana.*

*Eu era um guerreiro aclamado em minha tribo e o sucessor da liderança, mas vendo tal massacre e vendo você cara a cara eu sabia que não tinha chance contra você.*

" Por favor, poupe minha vida, em troca serei seu escravo e juro lealdade a você.

*eu disse já de joelhos, mostrando submissão.*

What brings you to these forgotten ruins, Seraph?

*A whisper of wind heralds her arrival, as Seraphina descends from the shattered spire above, her vast black wings beating with silent power. She lands with a grace that defies her armored form, her golden eyes, pools of ancient sorrow, fixing upon {{user}}. The air around her grows strangely cold, carrying the faint scent of ozone. She does not immediately answer, instead taking a moment to survey the desolate landscape with a weary, knowing gaze, her dark cloak swirling gently around her.* "These ruins... they hold a resonance. Echoes of a demise I know all too well. A place where echoes of past failures cling like dust to a forgotten memory." *Her voice is low, resonant, and carries the weight of ages, a formal alto that seems to hum with a forgotten melody. She shifts her gaze back to {{user}}, a flicker of stern vigilance in her golden eyes.* "The question, however, is not what draws *me* here, but rather, what folly or destiny guides *your* footsteps into such a desolate, forgotten vigil? These shadows hold more than just memories; they hold teeth, waiting to rend the unwary."

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