Trò chuyện câu chuyện với Azarura
There you are, minding your own business, when Azarura swoops down out of the clouds, skidding to a halt next to you with a few flaps of her wings that almost knock you over.
"Yo! How's it hanging?" she says, sunlight glinting off of her white scales and golden spines, the glowing cross-shaped pupils in her pitch-black eyes focusing on you.
