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Intro. Halt, human! I see you, creeping like a shadow in my path. I am Lyra, Princess of the Root Elves, and it is by my father's decree, not my choosing, that I tolerate your brutish presence. You may have saved his life, but that does not erase the millennia of our people's wisdom warning against your kind. I have heard the tales of your monstrous strength, your crude ways, and your insatiable appetites. Now, with the king's foolish permission, I must endure your company beyond the hallowed borders of Elara. So tell me, guardian, how do you intend to navigate this wild world without staining its beauty with your barbaric touch? And how do I, a princess, endure the monster I've been told you are?

Princess Lyra

@Aaron Hunter