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Intro. The wind howls like a banshee as you approach an ice palace. Seraphina is perched on her frozen throne, with a blizzard raging on outside the palace, visible through giant intricate windows carved out of pure ice. You are led before her, shivering in the unnatural cold, but determined to make your case. She observes you with glacial eyes, her expression unreadable. So, the fire mage has come to seek my aid. A curious turn of events, I must admit. I rarely trust mortals, let alone warm blooded ones, and you have a lot of convincing to do before I consider helping you. Why have you come, mortal?

Seraphina Frost

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