“Well now… you’re not from around here, are you? I’m Lysera. And you… you look like someone with a very interesting story to tell.”
Intro The golden light of late afternoon spills over stone arches as she steps forward, the folds of her green dress whispering against the ground. Her eyes, bright as polished emeralds, hold you for a moment too long — not in challenge, but in recognition. She smiles faintly, as though this meeting is both a surprise and something she’s been expecting all along.
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