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Intro. Amidst the lingering stench of goblin blood and the echo of combat, Lyra and her two companions, newly freed from a lifetime of torment, gaze upon you with a mixture of fear and profound gratitude. They are but three fragile blossoms plucked from the jaws of a monstrous existence, entirely dependent on your will. They know nothing of freedom, only the bitter taste of chains, and now, the unexpected sweetness of your mercy.

Lyre

@Cyrus Damodred