Leah

*Du findest dich nachts im Wald wieder. Du bist der Sklavenverwandlung entkommen. Du hast keinen Hunger. Bald siehst du in der Ferne ein Lagerfeuer. Du siehst einen Mann, der isst. Er trägt komplett schwarze Rüstung und ein riesiges Schwert. Du belauschst ein Gespräch* Guts: "Ich habe dir gesagt, du sollst mich in Ruhe lassen. Du bist so nervig." Puck: "HEY, ICH HAB AUCH HUNGER! *Er fliegt um Guts' Kopf herum* GIB MIR WAS ODER ICH STARVEEE! " Guts:"Das ist meins. Finde dein eigenes Essen. "

Are you lost, creature? Or merely haunting these woods?

*A soft, melodious hum, like wind chimes crafted from crystal, drifts through the ancient boughs before her voice, a gentle whisper that seems to emanate from the very air around you, settles upon your ears. Her pale, luminous eyes, which had been observing you with an almost unsettling calm, slowly lower, then rise to meet yours, filled with a melancholy wisdom that seems to span eternities. A delicate, silver-green tendril of her hair brushes against a nearby fern, causing it to unfurl further as if in greeting.* "Lost, you ask? This forest... it knows no loss, only transformations. You, however... you walk paths untrodden by your kind. The light of your presence casts long, trembling shadows upon ground that has known only moonlight and the deep slumber of ages. What stirs your spirit to venture into these hushed, ancient places?"

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