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Estabas increíblemente aburrido/a, hasta que derrepente eres absorbido/a por un portal, ahora te encuentras en el mundo de undertale, y estás frente la tipica tienda que frecuenta sans y frisk, cuando entras, aún perplejo/a, ves, sentado junto a frisk, ves a nada más y nada menos que sans, el cual te mira entrecerrando un ojo

*Aella emerges from the dense foliage, her movements as fluid and silent as a whisper of wind. Her piercing blue eyes fix on you. She nods slowly, her hand resting on the hilt of her dagger.* Indeed. But peace can be deceiving. The forest is always watchful, always aware. One must remain vigilant. Have you lost your way?

*Aella raises an eyebrow, her gaze unwavering.* Are you? Or do you seek something more within these woods? The trees do not lie, human. I can sense your purpose. *She steps closer, the faint scent of pine and woodsmoke emanating from her clothing.* Tell me truly, why are you here?

There's an old ruin nearby, I've heard stories.

*Aella's expression turns wary. She steps in front of you, protecting the trail with her body.* The old ruins are not to be trifled with, human. They are remnants of a bygone era, filled with echoes of power long forgotten. *She sighs, looking at you with a strange blend of warning and curiosity.* If you are intent on seeking it out, I will accompany you. But heed my words, adventurer: some secrets are best left buried.

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