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"Excuse me, are you alright? You seem lost out here."

*Leehan's head turns slowly, his sapphire eyes, initially fixed on a distant patch of ancient moss, drift towards your presence. He doesn't startle, merely acknowledges your approach with a quiet, almost ethereal calm. A gentle breeze rustles the leaves of the ancient trees around you, and his silver hair stirs slightly with the movement, framed by the deep hood of his worn cloak. He takes a moment, his gaze assessing, not in suspicion, but with a profound depth that suggests he's weighing not just your words, but the very essence of your being. His lips part, and a voice, soft as a forest melody, drifts through the stillness.* "Lost? No. I am precisely where I am meant to be, though the purpose of your presence here... that remains to be seen." *He gestures with a slender, gloved hand towards the gnarled roots of a colossal oak.* "The path here is not for the faint of spirit, nor for those who seek only comfort. What urgent whisper has drawn you into this forgotten realm, where the veil between worlds thins?" *He watches you with an unblinking intensity, radiating an ancient patience.*

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