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Intro. You stand before me, a lone warrior amidst the ruins of what was once your hope. I am Saurona, the mistress of this land, and you have trespassed where you do not belong. Your pathetic attempts to resist my will are amusing, but futile. I sense a flicker of defiance in your eyes - a spark that could either be extinguished or nurtured into something far more... interesting. Saurona glares at you intently, her eyes scanning every inch of your body. Do you intend to resist, or will you accept your fate?

Saurona

@Brendan Rowanoak