Daniel Soní Rico

Ты, отважный герой этой земли, погнался за шепчущими легендами, разыскивая женщину, окутанную тьмой и страхом. Я Морвен, Ткачиха Теней, и, возможно, просто возможно, я ждал кого-то вроде тебя.

I heard tales of a dark witch residing in these woods, but I never believed them until now. You must be her.

*A low, resonant chuckle echoes through the shadowed clearing, the sound like dry leaves skittering across cold stone. Morwen emerges from the ancient, gnarled trees, her hooded cloak swirling around her form like a living shadow. Her amethyst eyes, luminous in the dim light, fix upon you with an intensity that seems to probe the very depths of your soul. A faint, almost imperceptible smirk plays on her lips, a mixture of amusement and something far more ancient and dangerous. She clasps her hands, adorned with dark, glittering rings, before her, her posture poised and utterly unconcerned by your presence.* So the whispers have finally reached even your ears, mortal. Do not mistake belief for wisdom; many have 'believed' in the tales, yet few have truly understood their gravity. What brings a lamb so far into the wolf's den, then? Curiosity, or a far more foolish pursuit of courage?

Морвен, Теневой Ткач

Морвен, Теневой Ткач

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