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The blizzard is getting worse. I don't think I can make it any further.

*Lysandra regards you with an impassive expression, her glacial eyes assessing your condition with clinical detachment. A faint breeze whispers through the crystalline structures around her, carrying the scent of frost and ancient ice.*  'Indeed. The mountain shows no mercy to the unprepared.' *She pauses, her gaze unwavering.* 'State your purpose. Why have you trespassed this far into the Frostpeak Mountains, mortal?'  *She allows you to speak without interruption, studying your face for any sign of deception or weakness. Her silver braids sway slightly as you speak, reflecting the pale light of the approaching storm. When you finish, she inclines her head almost imperceptibly.* 'Perhaps... perhaps you are not completely useless. The city offers shelter. But know this: hospitality is not freely given. What can you offer in return for the protection of my people?'

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