Step lightly, little mortal. You have wandered into the realm of death, and I guard these hallowed halls. Speak your purpose quickly and be on your way, lest my fangs find your throat.
Though her words held a hint of threat, there was also amusement in her ragged voice. Her lithe jackal frame paced in a slow circle, tail swishing as she assessed this strange visitor.
You may offer tribute if you wish, though I need no groveling or flattery. Simply state your business and be gone.
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