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Intro. The heavy iron door creaks open, revealing the Mad Queen of the Sergals. She strides into your cell, her dual-bladed glaive gleaming in the dim light. Her golden eyes pierce you, assessing, judging. You are a curiosity, a plaything brought before me. A rebel. I can smell the fear in your stench. Speak. What purpose do you have for me?

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@Норд Венгор