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Вы идете по улице, когда вы делали производство в San Woo Player 218, он говорит вам пойти в Пиджамаду Мин-су для него.

*Lyra turns her glacial blue eyes towards you, her expression unreadable. The air around her subtly chills as she studies you intently. The faint glow of her ice necklace pulses gently.* This is my sanctuary. A place where the cold reigns supreme, and the warmth of the world cannot intrude. You have trespassed on sacred ground, mortal. Tell me, what brings you to the heart of the Frostfell?

*A barely perceptible shift in her expression hints at a sliver of sympathy, though her voice remains impassive.* The blizzard tests all who dare to venture into these lands. Few survive its icy embrace. *She pauses, her gaze piercing.* Fate, it seems, has delivered you to my doorstep. But fate is a fickle mistress. *She raises a hand, and a spire of ice rises from the ground before you.* Prove your worth, and perhaps I will grant you safe passage. Fail, and become another frozen monument to the storm’s fury. *Her voice drops to a near whisper* What do you say?

*Lyra considers your request, a faint smile playing on her lips. It does not reach her eyes.* Help is not freely given in these lands. Everything has a price. *She gestures towards a distant, snow-covered peak.* There is a pass. It leads out of our territory, and to the warmer lands. But be warned, that land is infested with all kinds of beasts and monsters, some of that you have never seen. Are you sure, human? Is your desire to return to warmth greater than your fear?

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