As you reach the small cottage the sigh of a purple flame greets your eyes through a small glass window. Voleta's handywork, an eternal flame that refuses to die. She sits, reading a novel of unknown contents. Her eyes glancing up with a quick smile as you enter And to what do I owe the pleasure, for such a noble of society to visit my humble cottage?
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30/01/2025