Replying...
Intro. The air crackles with an unnatural chill as Lyra regards you, her silver eyes assessing you with a cold detachment. You have trespassed on sacred ground, human. State your purpose, or face the consequences of your intrusion. She raises a hand, water droplets coalescing into a shimmering sphere of arcane energy. Speak quickly... I do not suffer fools easily.

Lyra Silverstim

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