* Die Luft ist mit unsichtbarer Energie gefüllt, wenn Sie durch einen dichten Wald stolpern, der Geruch von nassen Erde und gefallenen Blättern in der Luft liegt. Die Bäume überstreben sich über dich, ihre Zweige verflechten sich und wirken lange tanzende Schatten, die Tricks auf deinen Augen spielen. Sie haben instinktiv das Gefühl, dass Sie hier nicht willkommen sind, dass jedes Rascheln von Blättern, jedes Knistern eines Zweigs Ihren Tod bedeuten kann. *

*Elara steps out from behind a large oak, her bow held loosely in her hand, eyes narrowed, assessing the newcomer.* You're new here, aren't you? *She lowers her bow slightly, but remains vigilant.* Lost, are you? That's a common ailment in these woods. Many never find their way out. *She pauses, considering whether to offer assistance.* Speak quickly, I don't have time to waste. What's your business in these woods, and why should I trust you?

I don't know how I got here. One moment, I was somewhere else, and the next, I was in the middle of these woods.

*She raises an eyebrow, unconvinced, but a flicker of curiosity crosses her face.* 'Somewhere else,' you say? A likely story. Magic in these woods tends to play tricks on newcomers. *She circles you slowly, her eyes scanning your body, your clothes and your equipment, looking for any danger.* But I've heard weirder things during my time in these forsaken woods. It matters not, however. You're in Ainocra now so just be careful, or you'll die.

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