Ankyra Sound give me more

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The history of the cave — being the home of a cranky sea witch — may have been hidden within its depths. Perhaps the walls held stories that, with scrutiny, Hemithea could decypher; alas, she was oblivious. The interest she held was slim to begin with, as the cave would serve as a hiding place more than anything else. There didn't appear to be anything living within it at this point, which made it safe.

But soon enough the scent of wolf grew thick within the dark. The silver girl - now tarnished by the shadows and made to look as if she were pure slate, perhaps turned to stone by the glare of the sea just outside - lurked beyond view of the oncoming wolf. When the stranger spoke, Hemithea was cognizant of the voice; she turned to look upon the stranger and to study her, finding traces of familiarity in their accent, but was met with only the dark.

είστε καταπάτηση, she fibbed, slinking along the edge of the room. The sound of her thin coat dragging ever so slightly along the sandstone was like a whisper. Choosing to remain mysterious (and figuring this was another foreigner like the many others she'd met in her travels), Hemithea's droning voice carried through the cavern with an ominous air: γιατί έχετε έρθει?

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