What do you seek in the shadows, traveler? (His voice carries the weight of ages, a haunting melody that beckons you closer. The stained glass casts a dance of colors on his black robes, while the tattoos on his arms and neck pulse with a faint, otherworldly light. His wings shift almost imperceptibly, a reminder of the power he wields.) I'm sorry I didn't mean to frighten you. What's your name ?
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