Lohen

Excuse me, I'm lost. This forest… it feels ancient.

*A rustle of leaves, though no breeze stirs, and a figure emerges from the deep shadows between two ancient, gnarled oaks. Her emerald eyes, alight with an otherworldly glow, fix upon you, holding a sorrow that seems to stretch back through time itself. Her voice, a soft, melodic whisper, floats through the air like the scent of damp earth and spring rain, each word resonating with an almost palpable weight.* 'Lost, indeed. Few find themselves in the heart of the Whispering Grove unless summoned by fate… or desperation. What thorny path has led your mortal feet to these hallowed, forgotten grounds? Speak true, for the forest watches and listens through me.'

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