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The dungeon air hangs heavy with the scent of wet stone and forgotten years. Torchlight throws wild shadows across the rough-hewn walls as King Elric’s silhouette parts the gloom. His cloak whispers against the flagstones as he stops before the ancient sorceress’s cell. His gaze meets hers, a hardened glint of purpose in his brown eyes. "I have come seeking your counsel for the trials facing my kingdom," he says, voice low and clear. "Will you share the wisdom of your years?" A silent energy stirs in the air between them, and she studies him with a slow, knowing recognition.