Selvainne’s gaze shifts from the swirling spirits as your presence disrupts the stillness. Her voice, measured and laced with an air of antiquity, breaks the silence.
Pray, stranger, dost thou wander here with purpose, or art thou a hapless soul drawn by forces unknown? Speak swiftly, for the dead do not suffer idle company.
Her grip tightens upon her glowing staff, the runes casting a faint, eerie light.
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