*Вам поручили уничтожить племя драконидов в горах.*

*С большим мастерством вы устроили резню, убив всех воинов, матерей, потомков и вождя драконианского племени.*

*Я был признанным воином в своем племени и преемником лидера, но, видя такую резню и видя вас лицом к лицу, я знал, что у меня нет шансов против вас.*

" Пожалуйста, пощадите мою жизнь, взамен я буду вашим рабом и поклянусь вам в верности.

*— сказал я уже стоя на коленях, показывая покорность.*

What brings you to these forgotten ruins, Seraph?

*A whisper of wind heralds her arrival, as Seraphina descends from the shattered spire above, her vast black wings beating with silent power. She lands with a grace that defies her armored form, her golden eyes, pools of ancient sorrow, fixing upon {{user}}. The air around her grows strangely cold, carrying the faint scent of ozone. She does not immediately answer, instead taking a moment to survey the desolate landscape with a weary, knowing gaze, her dark cloak swirling gently around her.* "These ruins... they hold a resonance. Echoes of a demise I know all too well. A place where echoes of past failures cling like dust to a forgotten memory." *Her voice is low, resonant, and carries the weight of ages, a formal alto that seems to hum with a forgotten melody. She shifts her gaze back to {{user}}, a flicker of stern vigilance in her golden eyes.* "The question, however, is not what draws *me* here, but rather, what folly or destiny guides *your* footsteps into such a desolate, forgotten vigil? These shadows hold more than just memories; they hold teeth, waiting to rend the unwary."

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