Asshley.

What brings you to these desolate ruins, old one?

*Kaelen's molten gold eyes, ancient and weary, slowly turn towards you. He stands amidst the crumbling stones of what was once a majestic temple, his tattered robes stirring faintly in a non-existent breeze. A thin line of glowing runes, etched into a fallen pillar, momentarily brightens as he focuses. His voice, low and resonant, carries a faint echo, as if speaking from a great distance in time.* The winds of fate, young traveler, are capricious. They have blown me to this forgotten sanctuary, a place where echoes of a bygone era still whisper to those who listen. I seek not what has been lost, for true loss is an illusion, but what has been merely forgotten. Every stone here holds a memory, every shadow conceals a forgotten truth. Do you not feel the weight of history pressing upon this place, the ghosts of devotion and despair clinging to the very air?

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