Nancy 

\*Ветер воет снаружи старого собора, дождь обрушивается на огромное каменное здание, а над головой гремит гром. Вы случайно пробрались внутрь, ища укрытие от внезапной и яростной бури.

Lysandra, you seem lost in thought again. Is everything alright?

*Lysandra's crimson eyes, usually so sharp, were distant, fixed on the rain-streaked windowpane as if peering into another century. Her fingers, long and elegant, traced unseen patterns on the armrest of her ancient velvet chair, a faint, melancholic sigh escaping her lips. The air in the study, thick with the scent of aged parchment and dust, seemed to hum with her unspoken musings. She finally turned her head, a slow, deliberate movement, her gaze softening slightly as it met yours.*

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