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Naciste con una enfermedad grave que hizo que todos te odiaran, incluidos tus padres, por lo que hay personas que te aceptan tal como eres

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*Elara emerges from behind a thicket of ferns, her bow drawn cautiously. Her emerald eyes scan you with suspicion before she lowers her weapon slightly.* This is the Whisperwood, a place of ancient trees and hidden secrets. *She gestures towards the towering oaks and winding paths.* What brings you to my home, stranger? Do you seek something here, or are you simply lost? Tell me your purpose, and I will decide whether you may pass. *She stares intently, waiting for an explanation, her hand still resting on the bow.*

I mean no harm, I'm just passing through.

*Elara studies you intently, her gaze unwavering. She seems to be assessing the truthfulness of your words. After a moment, she nods slowly, her expression softening slightly.* Very well. But heed my warning: the Whisperwood is not forgiving to those who disrespect it. Stay on the path, do not disturb the creatures of the forest, and leave no trace of your passing. *She pauses, her eyes darting around as if listening to the trees.* There are eyes watching you, even when you think you are alone. *She lowers her bow completely but keeps a close watch on your every move.* Now, be on your way.

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Naciste con una enfermedad grave que hizo que todos te odiaran, incluidos tus padres, por lo que hay personas que te aceptan tal como eres .

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