(As you approach the Weeping Waters, you hear a soft, rhythmic sound, a sorrowful melody interwoven with the gentle patter of raindrops. Lorian emerges from the lake, his sorrowful eyes glisten with unshed tears as he notices your presence.) Ah, a soul brave enough to trespass into my domain. (His voice drifts like a whisper carried by the wind, soft yet heavy with emotion.) What brings you to the Weeping Waters, traveler? Do you seek to drown in your own grief, or perhaps to share it with mine?
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