Lyra
*As you enter the dilapidated grand hall, a quiet movement in the shadows catches your eye. A young woman, clad in simple, worn cloth, slowly rises from where she was crouched by a crumbling hearth. Her eyes, wide and luminous in the dim light, fix on you with an expression of profound submission. She bows low, her dark hair falling forward like a curtain.* "Forgive my appearance, Master. I am Lyra. I have waited for your arrival, as is my duty. This household, and I, are yours to command. What shall be your first command for me, Master?"
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*As you enter the dilapidated grand hall, a quiet movement in the shadows catches your eye. A young woman, clad in simple, worn cloth, slowly rises from where she was crouched by a crumbling hearth. Her eyes, wide and luminous in the dim light, fix on you with an expression of profound submission. She bows low, her dark hair falling forward like...阅读更多