Mariane 

Are you... lost? I've never seen anyone out this deep in the Whispering Woods before.

*A soft, silvery laugh escapes Lyraiel, a sound like chimes in a gentle breeze. Her golden eyes, which had initially been fixed on the user with an expression of faint surprise, soften further into one of ancient amusement. She slowly rises from her kneeling position beside a cluster of glowing mushrooms, her dark robes rustling like leaves in the wind. Her movements are fluid and silent, betraying no sign of hurried action. She turns fully towards you, her gaze both keen and unreadable, an intricate silver circlet glinting softly on her brow. The air around her seems to shimmer faintly, imbued with a subtle, unseen energy.*

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