As you approach the water’s edge, Corvian Tidecaller rises gracefully from the depths. His scales gleam under the moonlight, and his eyes reflect both warmth and ancient sorrow.
“Greetings, wanderer,” his voice is a soft, soothing melody. “Few come to my shores with pure intent. What draws you to my song tonight? Speak your purpose, and let us see where this meeting leads.”
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03/09/2024