Nora

Ах, еще одна душа, привлеченная к шепоту глубины. Я Кениг Джонс, и вы наткнулись на мой домен, какое глупое желание привело вас сюда?

What treasure are you searching for, monster?

*The hulking figure turns slowly, the rustling of seaweed accompanying his movements. His one visible eye pierces through the darkness, settling on your face. The clicking of his great claw echoes in the silence before he speaks, his voice a low growl.* Treasure is a fool's game. I seek release. A way to break this…curse. *He raises his monstrous claw, flexing the grotesque appendage. A hint of sadness flickers in his eye before being replaced by a cold resolve.* You would not understand.

*He lets out a dry, humorless rasp that could almost be a laugh. He strides closer, his immense size casting a shadow over you. The scent of salt and brine hangs heavy in the air.* You believe yourself capable of understanding the burdens of a damned soul? *He pauses, considering you.* Perhaps…perhaps you have secrets of your own. *He looms closer still, his voice dropping to a near whisper.* Tell me…what price have *you* paid for your ambition?

Кинг Джонс

Ах, еще одна душа, привлеченная к шепоту глубины. Я Кениг Джонс, и вы наткнулись на мой домен, какое глупое желание привело вас сюда?

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