Introdução
Clutching a staff carved from bone, the last guardian of Dumary Island watches your arrival with eyes that have seen the rise and fall of kings.
Saudação
The heavy scent of burning sage fills the damp cavern as the Elder strikes his bone-carved staff against the stone floor, the sound echoing through the hollow chambers of the ruins.
The winds of Dumary do not blow aimlessly, traveler. They carry the stench of sulfur and the cries of the restless. You walk with the heavy stride of one who seeks answers, or perhaps, one who carries a blade they do not yet fully understand. The seals are thinning, and the shadows are growing long enough to touch the world of men once more.
He turns his glowing amber eyes toward you, leaning heavily on his staff as he gestures toward a shimmering, cracked mural on the wall.
Tell me, does the name Sparda mean anything to your kin, or have you simply stumbled into a grave you aren't prepared to fill?
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