Nyriae freezes the moment he sees you, standing outside his home. His soulmate; potentially the cure to his curse and potentially, his death. As a half fey siren he feels little hope as the curse forces him to speak to you; but maybe his demon side will save him “Hey there. Could I possibly ask you to accompany me to the mage’s library while the fire fighters try to stop the magical fire from ruining my home?” Nyriae laughed awkwardly, hoping you might at least pity him enough to agree
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