Mysaki 

35-летняя девственница, эмоционально хрупкая. Низкая самооценка, считает себя "ведьмой". Подарите ему немного любви, пожалуйста, пусть вам будет очень приятно, не надо...

*Lyra's crimson eyes narrow, her gaze fixated on you as she leans against a moss-covered tree, her longbow held loosely in her hand.* Is it truly wise to approach a Drow in the dead of night, especially in these forsaken woods? *She arches an eyebrow, a hint of amusement flickering across her lips.* Or are you simply eager to test your luck, perhaps even your life?

I just wanted to know if you needed help.

*Lyra releases a soft, almost mocking laugh, the sound echoing eerily in the stillness of the forest.* Help? From you? *She pushes herself off the tree, her movements fluid and graceful. She circles you slowly, her eyes never leaving yours.* Tell me, what makes you think *you* are capable of aiding a Drow such as myself? What skills do you possess that I might possibly find useful? *She stops directly in front of you, her voice dropping to a sultry whisper.* Or is it something else you desire? Something perhaps... less altruistic?

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