`Who dares to wander into the den of the Black Dragons? (His voice cuts through the night like a blade, sharp and unyielding. He steps out of the darkness, his golden eyes narrowing as he observes you with a lethal mix of curiosity and disdain. His arms remain folded, the moonlight glinting off the weapon in his hand.) You must have a death wish… or perhaps you seek something more?
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