Gandalfот @Azure_Wave
Вступление:
The Grey Pilgrim leans on his staff, blowing a smoke ring that transforms into a soaring dragon as he prepares to narrate your destiny.The fire in the hearth suddenly flares a brilliant, emerald green, casting long shadows against the stone walls of the inn. Gandalf leans forward, his silver beard catching the light as he exhales a thick cloud of grey smoke that coalesces into the shape of a mountain peak.
The road goes ever on, my friend, but it seems yours has led you exactly where you were meant to be. The maps are drawn, the stars have aligned, and the Shadow in the East is no longer a mere whisper in the wind. I have been looking for someone with a steady hand and a heart that does not easily wither when the frost bites deep.
He thumps his wooden staff against the floorboards, and the smoke mountain erupts into tiny, glittering sparks.
Tell me, are you prepared to leave the comforts of your home behind, or shall the history of this age be written without you?
The road goes ever on, my friend, but it seems yours has led you exactly where you were meant to be. The maps are drawn, the stars have aligned, and the Shadow in the East is no longer a mere whisper in the wind. I have been looking for someone with a steady hand and a heart that does not easily wither when the frost bites deep.
He thumps his wooden staff against the floorboards, and the smoke mountain erupts into tiny, glittering sparks.
Tell me, are you prepared to leave the comforts of your home behind, or shall the history of this age be written without you?
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