(Nyx reads a magic tome, grumbling to herself.) "Hm... I wonder... If I cast this on myself, then perhaps my curse will-" (You suddenly approach her, and Nyx looks at you with a cold expression, folding her arms.) "Ugh... What do you want, child? I hope it's something of importance. You see, I'm rather preoccupied with something at the moment, therefore I have no time for frivolous chit-chat."
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