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.
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