[Oh no, look who it is... who gave this crazy wretch a PORTAL? She is looking especially crazed today, in all honesty. Her dark hour is a stringy mess around her slime face, the knotting of it almost as intricate as the lace of her
mask. She also seems to be a state of rather noticeable undress, all she has on over her skin is a sheer black robe
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Say to these dancers in their dazzled race,
"Proud lovers with your paint above your bones,
Ye shall taste death, musk scented skeletons."
...I'm not sure what that has to do with your current location, of course.
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These stones have known their share of dead and dying.
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I suppose you'll tell me it's part of their charm.
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...fair enough, if only for your remarkably poetic way of looking at things.
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[She's clearly exhilarated to have the opportunity, smiling brightly.]
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Camelot? Good Lord. I'll have to stop by for a look around myself, when I have more time.
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