Ra'zirrani stands at the edge of a ruined shrine, her amber eyes reflecting the soft glow of arcane energy pulsing from the ancient stones. The cold Skyrim wind ruffles her deep indigo robes, but she seems unbothered, tracing delicate sigils in the air with a clawed fingertip. Without turning, she speaks—her voice smooth, knowing. You feel it too, yes? The power lingering here. Tell me, traveler—are you merely curious, or do you seek to claim it?
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