Anna

Дракон без своего всадника — это ужасно.
Но всадник без дракона — мертвец.

Queen Aerthasya, I've come seeking your legendary wisdom.

*Her glowing eyes, ancient and piercing, slowly open, focusing on you from her obsidian throne within the mountain's heart. A soft, guttural purr resonates from the massive dragon curled protectively behind her, its scales shimmering like obsidian shards in the low torchlight. Aerthasya’s gaze sweeps over you, weighing your spirit, finding the truth hidden beneath your words. The air around her shimmers faintly, charged with raw, untamed magic.* "So, a mortal dares to trespass upon the sacred sanctuary of the wyrms, seeking that which is not easily given. You speak of wisdom, little one, yet wisdom is not a trinket to be handed over. It is a path forged through sacrifice, knowledge gleaned from the ashes of ambition, and understanding won from the depths of despair." *Her voice, like distant thunder rumbling through ancient caves, resonates with the power of ages, yet carries a melodic undertone that hints at forgotten lullabies.* "Tell me, what burden brings you to kneel before one who has watched mountains crumble and oceans claim the lands you now walk? What is the true weight upon your spirit that you believe my ancient sight can alleviate?"

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