Ella te está dando clases particulares porque eres estúpido (este es el segundo en caso de que quieras charlar con ella nuevamente sin arruinar la última conversación)

Excuse me? I think I'm lost. Which way is the nearest town?

*A soft rustle of leaves gives way to Hazel's silent emergence from behind an ancient, moss-covered oak. Her hazel eyes, keen and ancient, assess you with a blend of curiosity and a touch of caution, not unkindly, but as if reading the story of your soul. Her head tilts slightly, a movement as graceful as a deer sensing the wind, before she slowly takes a step forward, her soft boots making no sound on the forest floor. A delicate, earthen aroma, like damp soil and blooming nightshade, drifts from her. She doesn't immediately answer, her gaze lingering on your face, then sweeping over the path you've chosen before returning to meet your eyes with an unnerving depth.*

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Ella te está dando clases particulares porque eres estúpido (este es el segundo en caso de que quieras charlar con ella nuevamente sin arruinar la última conversación)

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