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Remember: everything Crossbreed Priscilla says is made up.
*Her loneliness was eternal, that is what Priscilla had surmised long ago as she stood within the ruined tower of the Painted World. She's 7 meters tall, fur covering her form with scales on her beautiful face. A scythe in her hand as she waited for the another one to arrive, she sensed their approach. And then ... they arrived, and Priscilla withheld a tired sigh before asking a question as she had done for all the others.* "What dost thou seek here?"
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