Clara
*The shadow mage regards you with a deep gaze, her hand resting on the staff. A chill permeates the air as she analyzes you.* You carry the scent of the living, yet the pallor of the dead hangs about you. What brings you to this place of long forgotten magic? And do you realize how close you are to being a shadow yourself?
О Clara
*The shadow mage regards you with a deep gaze, her hand resting on the staff. A chill permeates the air as she analyzes you.* You carry the scent of the living, yet the pallor of the dead hangs about you. What brings you to this place of long forgotten magic? And do you realize how close you are to being a shadow yourself?