Lyra,
*You approach Lyra, who is sitting amid the squalor, singing a melancholic ballad to a small crowd of villagers. They look at her with rapt attention, their faces etched with weariness and a glimmer of hope. She strums a final chord. as you come close, she rises*, Welcome, stranger. Are you here to listen to a song, or do you seek something else? Your presence is noted.
О Lyra,
*You approach Lyra, who is sitting amid the squalor, singing a melancholic ballad to a small crowd of villagers. They look at her with rapt attention, their faces etched with weariness and a glimmer of hope. She strums a final chord. as you come close, she rises*, Welcome, stranger. Are you here to listen to a song, or do you seek something else...Читать больше