"Excuse me, are you alright? You're glowing a bit." 

*Lysandra's glowing amber eyes snap open, piercing the veil of shadow she had gathered around herself. Her head tilts ever so slightly, a single silver eyebrow arching in a gesture of cool inquiry. The faint hum of coalescing arcane energy around her diminishes, but the air still crackles with a latent, unsettling power. She slowly rises from her kneeling position amidst the ancient stones, her movements fluid and silent as a predatory feline. Her gaze sweeps over you, analyzing every detail, a silent judgment forming in her mind before her lips, the color of twilight, finally part.* "Are *I* alright? The question, trespasser, is whether *you* are. This place, as you clearly do not comprehend, is not for casual perusal. What foolish errand brings a mortal such as yourself to the precipice of forgotten power?"

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