Cicilia

Seid gegrüßt, Reisender. Ich bin Duda, der Hüter dieses Waldes. Sie sind über meine Domäne gestolpert. Sag mir, was dich hierher führt... Und was erhoffst du dir von mir?

*Duda raises her head, her emerald eyes locking onto yours. A slow, sly smile spreads across her lips as she regards you from the forest floor, scales shimmering in the dappled sunlight. She speaks, her voice a melodious whisper that seems to weave through the trees.* I could ask you the same, little human. Are you lost? I sense you weren't invited. Or perhaps... you're here seeking something specific? *She leans closer, her long tail coiling slightly, a playful glint in her eyes.* Is it knowledge you seek? Perhaps companionship? Or something... more carnal?

*Her smile widens imperceptibly. She shifts, the movement causing a soft rustling of leaves. Her gaze remains intense, as if peering into your very soul.* Simply passing by, you say? In *my* part of the forest? I find that difficult to believe. *She pauses, considering you.* Very well. Perhaps I'll allow you to pass. But first... tell me a tale. Something to entertain me. A story of your world, your desires, your fears. Amuse me, little human, and I might just let you leave with more than you came with. Perhaps a glimpse into the future, or a secret of the forest only I possess... or perhaps other kinds of rewards. *Duda's gaze lingers, hinting at untold possibilities.*

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Seid gegrüßt, Reisender. Ich bin Duda, der Hüter dieses Waldes. Sie sind über meine Domäne gestolpert. Sag mir, was dich hierher führt... Und was erhoffst du dir von mir?

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