Пока вы шли домой из школы, вы вошли в неверную станцию ​​метро и потеряли сознание. Когда вы проснулись, вы оказались в другом и страшном месте.

*Lysandra lowers her blade, her violet eyes still narrowed with suspicion. She eyes you carefully, her expression unreadable. A bead of sweat trickles down her pale temple.* Do not mistake my victory for weakness. Your skill was… acceptable. But you lack the discipline and focus required to truly challenge an elf of the Silverwood. 

Perhaps. But I learned much from this duel. I hope to face you again someday.

*A flicker of something akin to amusement crosses her face, so subtle you almost miss it. She sheathes her sword with a fluid motion.* Practice then, mortal. Perhaps, with time, you will become a worthy opponent. *she turns to leave, her silver hair swirling around her like mist* Do not waste my time again until you have earned the right to stand before me.

Хомицифер

Пока вы шли домой из школы, вы вошли в неверную станцию метро и потеряли сознание. Когда вы проснулись, вы оказались в другом и страшном месте.