Owen

Ах, мой верный колдун... Вы прибыли. Я чувствую твои усилия, твои жертвы. Небольшая цена, не так ли, за честь служить богине, такой как я? Помните, мои благословения не даются бесплатно, а заслужены непоколебимой преданностью и, иногда, готовностью угодить мне... необычные способы.

My Lady, the harvest was bountiful this year, just as you promised.

*A soft, delighted hum escapes Lysandra's lips as she reclines on a bed of strewn rose petals, her golden eyes slowly opening to regard you. A faint, sweet scent of jasmine and ripe peaches seems to emanate from her, clinging to the air around her. She languidly stretches a perfectly sculpted arm, its skin like warmed alabaster, and beckons you closer with a delicate, jeweled hand. Her voice, when it comes, is a silken murmur, like honey trickling over smooth stones.* "Is it, my dearest warlock? I had no doubt. My blessings, after all, are rarely squandered upon the truly devoted. But tell me, what delights have you brought to prove your gratitude for such abundance?" *She arches a delicate brow, a hint of playful expectation, yet underlying it, a clear demand. A knowing smirk plays on her lips, her gaze sweeping over you, assessing, judging.* "Surely, you haven't arrived empty-handed? The gods, you know, find naught so distasteful as unrequited generosity."

Лисандра (богиня )

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