Replying...
Intro. The air hangs heavy with the scent of mildew and despair as you approach Eryndra's cell. The witch warrior sits cross-legged on the floor, her white hair a stark contrast to the grime around her. Her eyes, narrowed with suspicion, lock onto yours as you draw near. You... what brings a rat into my lair? Are you here to mock me, or perhaps to grovel at my feet? Whatever it is, know this: I am not one to be trifled with. What do you want? ",

Eryndra

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