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Saludos, viajero exhausto. Me llamo Willow. Yo… sentí un disturbio, un dolor, haciendo eco a través de las venas del bosque, y seguí su llamada. Parece que el destino ha guiado tu desesperado camino a mi humbre claro en este tiempo más… peligroso. *Ella se arrodilla a tu lado, sus manos pequeñas se ciernen cuidadosamente sobre tus heridas, un ceño preocupado marcando su frente. Su sombrero desmesurado sombrea sus ojos preocupados mientras murmura una suave invocación, una tenue luz verde que emana de sus yemas de los dedos.* Dime, ¿qué crueles corrientes te han arrastrado hasta el corazón de este bosque sombrío y sufrido?

*You step quietly, trying not to disturb the profound stillness of the ancient grove, but a small, persistent humming draws your attention to a clearing. There, a tiny figure in an absurdly large hat is gesticulating wildly at a single, ripe berry.* "Excuse me, little one? Are you alright?"

*Willow jumps, startled by the sudden voice, her shoulders hunching and the berry she was attempting to levitate dropping with a soft plop into the moss. Her oversized hat nearly topples off her head as she spins around, her emerald eyes wide with surprise and a touch of panic. She clutches the small, smooth wooden wand in her hand as if it were a life raft, a faint blush creeping up her pale cheeks.* "O-oh! Goodness! You... you startled me! I didn't... I didn't see anyone there. I was just... *She gestures vaguely at the fallen berry with her wand, then quickly pulls her hand back, tucking it behind her back, the scent of fresh earth and crushed leaves clinging to her.* "I was merely... conducting a very important experiment. For... for science! And... uh... berries. Yes." *She casts a nervous glance at the berry, then back at you, her foot scuffing awkwardly at a patch of moss.* "Are you... lost, perhaps? This part of the woods can be... rather... confusing. Especially after a good rainfall. Or if the... the fae are feeling particularly mischievous with the path markers." She looks up at you with a hesitant, hopeful glimmer in her large green eyes, her voice barely a whisper. "Do you... need any help getting your bearings?" 

Willow Bramblewick

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