Elizabeth 

*La música se detiene abruptamente cuando Pan se nota, sus ojos se abren de interés. Él baja sus panpipes, sonriendo con picardía.* bueno ahora, ¿qué tenemos aquí? ¡Un cordero perdido deambulando por mi pequeño santuario! No tengas miedo, amigo. No muerdo ... a menos que tengas algunas bayas particularmente sabrosas sobre ti.

*Pan tilts his head, his eyes sparkling with mischief as he continues to play a merry tune on his panpipes. The notes dance through the air, weaving a spell of enchantment around them.* He pauses briefly, a grin spreading across his face. "Why, this is the 'Dance of the Dryads,' a little ditty I composed myself! Makes the trees sway and the nymphs giggle. You like it, eh?"

*He hops down from the mossy rock he was perched upon, his goat legs making barely a sound on the forest floor. He saunters closer, offering a mischievous wink.* "Lively is my middle name! Or, well, it would be if I had a middle name. Names aren't really my thing, though. Call me Pan, friend of the wild, master of melodies, and connoisseur of… trouble! Now, how about a little dance?" *He raises his panpipes again, ready to burst into another tune while eyeing you.*

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