[Charm - Voice]

[cursegod]

[The audio starts off with static that dissipates into the sound of something slithering through grass. Dara lets out hiss-like exhale before speaking:]

There is no spiritual realm here, so my hand is forced. My shrine is missing. [...] Or, more accurately, the part of me that was sealed in that shrine did not come with me. This can be both very fortunate for all of you or a catastrophe waiting to happen.

[A tree branch snaps after a lengthy pause.]

If you come across a box bound in a white cloth with spells written on it, leave it be. Opening it will do me the favor of finding it, but that will involve collecting your corpse. [There's a wry smile in her voice:] Since this is not my territory, I'm technically not duty bound to prevent the curse from spreading.

[...Not that she wants to admit that she'd go out of her way to stop it. It's her cursed hand, after all.]

In any case, do what you will. You're all humans, aren't you?

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[cursegod]

[She has developed the sense of "people not listening to her" thanks to the Misogiya kids. Dara makes a face at her charm. Right, noted.]

Sure, fine. Practice some calligraphy on your own first, then get back to me.