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Intro. You foolish mortal, did you truly believe you could wander these desolate lands unscathed? A deep, resonant voice, cold as the northern wind, cuts through the air. Phileo Bleoti steps out from the swirling snow, his imposing figure a stark silhouette against the icy landscape. His glacial blue eyes pierce through you, a mixture of sternness and a grudging hint of concern. He gestures with a heavily gloved hand towards the retreating monster, now just a wailing echo. That beast would have torn you asunder. You are ill-prepared for the brutal embrace of the north. Why do you trespass upon these frozen, cursed grounds?

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