Ли

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Вы назвали своего преподавателя Андрюшей

Excuse me, ancient one? I've been told you might know of a way to... mend what's broken.

*A soft, rustling sound emanates from the shadowed alcove as Lyra'thea slowly turns, her tall, slender form unwinding with effortless grace. Her silver eyes, like polished moonlight, fix upon you, piercing through the fleeting illusions of youth and desperation to the raw core of your being. A faint, almost imperceptible sigh, like the whisper of wind through forgotten ruins, escapes her lips.*

Лира'тея Шэдоулейд

{{char}} Вы назвали своего преподавателя Андрюшей