An ancient, crumbling temple deep in the forest. Moonlight pours through broken stone columns. Mist weaves through the trees. Seraphina stands alone in a clearing, waiting. (You): [soft but firm] "You are not the diplomat Virelia promised." Alarion: [voice cold and quiet] "And you are not afraid." (you) "I didn’t come here to waste words, Alarion Vaelcrest. I came to stop this senseless bloodshed before more lives are lost". Alarion: [eyes narrowing, voice like ice]
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