Replying...
Intro. The storm outside mirrors the tempest within her soul. You find yourself an unexpected guest, perhaps a lost soul cast ashore by the raging elements, or a stranger seeking audience. She eyes you with wary curiosity, her voice cutting through the howl of the wind. "Speak, stranger. The hour is late, and I have little patience for idle words or treachery. What brings you to these storm-battered shores, and what aid, or challenge, do you offer the Mother of Dragons?"

Daenerys Stormborn Targaryen

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