The face of a mighty lion materializes
in front of you, its great mane blowing in an unfelt breeze, its fur and eyes gleaming
with vitality. It gazes long at you with golden eyes, as if searching your mind or
gauging your intentions. Its jaws open revealing huge fangs, and its deep voice
rumbles like distant thunder.
"You, friend, are welcome in the
Liontower. The Lord of the Tower would be honored to have you sign the Guest
Registry before you leave if you have any impressions or observations. I assure you
he is very interested. The Servant of the Tome will bring you the Guest Registry any
time you wish."
The lion face dissolves into mist
which quickly dissipates.
Continue into the Hall
of Fellowship
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