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Message: <blockquote data-quote="Gregor" data-source="post: 5544205" data-attributes="member: 11751">Gwenvere raises her trembling hands out of the murky water to touch at her hair  and face hidden underneath.  You can see that her hands are greyish-green, mottled and covered in sores and pock marks."You speak kind words Elf, but my beauty has long since left me.  I have spent too long alone in pain and sadness.  It has warped my very being.  Once I was rival for the beautiful Anyariel's heart ... but ... she chose her."  Her voice grows deeper and meaner and she ends with a sneer as she says the last word.  "I only wish to be beautiful again and to see my pond renewed.  Then, when I die, I can come before Anyariel in all my radiance.  Alas, there is nothing I can do to assist you.  I have nothing and no words of advice.  This place is doomed.  Go speak with ... her ... maybe she will help you."</blockquote>