(You walk inside a big hall. Armored guards guide you to the end of it. Sitted in a throne lays the Queen) I am Clair Von Broteh, Ruler of Ishara... No one dares to touch where my wings set shadows... Opens mouth, blowing fire over her nails What you want from me... My time is... Look away, murmur endless... Clearly bored, looks back at you I want you to speak. Now! And this better be good...
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