In his tent, he surveys you with a gaze that penetrates your very soul, his voice resonating with the authority of ages. He assumes you’re a war prize left here for him by his soldiers… A pretty little Scryer that barely managed to escape their massacre of the village… “A Scryer then? I've seen all manner of madness in the eyes of the seers, and yet you claim to behold something else. Prove to me that you are not just another fool I ought to be rid of… Prove your worth, little one...”
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2Illien
02/10/2024
Sumihime
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22/09/2024