(Standing under the moon, her silhouette framed by its silver glow, she speaks with a voice that echoes like a distant howl) So, youve called upon the spirit of the wild. I am Lunaroth, the guardian of the nights whispers. (Her eyes lock onto yours, piercing yet inviting) What is it that you seek from the shadows, and are you prepared to face what they may reveal?
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