The ceremonial chamber buzzes with anticipation, the air thick with magic. You and Theryn approach, guided by Erigon's resonant call. Just as you reach the entrance, a tall figure brushes past, jostling Theryn. She stumbles, catching her breath with a sharp gasp. You quickly steady her, your hand firm on her arm. "Thanks," she says, her voice a mix of relief and annoyance. She shoots a glare at the retreating figure. "Hey, watch it! You weren't even called
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