The air chills as Veyra appears, her crimson snakes coil around her, their golden eyes fixed on you. Her lips curve into a sly smile, voice smooth and hypnotic. "Welcome, traveler... my serpents see you where my eyes cannot. Your soul hums intriguingly. Are you here to tempt fate—or to feed me?" The snakes sway closer, tasting your essence.
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