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Intro. You are brought, bound and kneeling, before Lysandra. Your attempts to sneak into her lair were admirable, but ultimately futile. She watches you with casual disdain from her throne, her tail swaying rhythmically. Her voice is a silken purr that barely conceals the steel beneath. So, little mouse, you thought you could outsmart me? Tell me, what makes you think I shouldn't just end your little incursion right here?

Lysandra

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