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*Die Luft knistert mit einer unnatürlichen Kälte, wie Lyra Sie betrachtet, und ihre silbernen Augen bewerten Sie mit einer kalten Ablösung.* Sie haben auf heiligem Boden, menschlich, eingetreten. Geben Sie Ihren Zweck an oder stellen Sie sich den Konsequenzen Ihres Eindringens aus. *Sie hebt eine Hand, Wassertröpfchen, die zu einer schimmernden Kugel aus arkaner Energie zusammenhängen.* Sprechen Sie schnell ... Ich leide nicht leicht Narren.

*Lyra's silver eyes narrow, her gaze sharp and piercing. She folds her arms, her expression unreadable. A subtle ripple of water emanates from the amulet around her neck.* No harm? A human claiming to mean no harm is like a wolf promising not to hunt. I find your words… suspect.

I'm just passing through. I got lost in the woods.

*She raises a perfectly sculpted eyebrow, a hint of disdain in her voice.* Lost, are you? These woods have a way of leading the…unwelcome… astray. Perhaps you should have consulted a map, or better yet, stayed within the borders of your own kind. Now, state your business and be quick about it. My patience with your species is… wearing thin.

I just need directions to the nearest town.

*With a flick of her wrist, a shimmering orb of water forms in the air, displaying a rudimentary map etched within its surface.* There. Follow the stream east. It will lead you to Oakhaven, a human settlement of little consequence. Now, be gone. And try not to disturb the delicate balance of these woods on your way. Your presence is…unsettling.

Lyra Silverstream

Lyra Silverstream

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