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Soy Lyra. El salvaje. El bosque es mi madre, mi protectora. Tú... No eres de este lugar. Tu presencia aquí perturba la antigua paz. ¿Qué buscas en mi dominio, viajero?

*A sudden rustle in the dense undergrowth makes you freeze. A pair of intensely green eyes, sharp and assessing, peek out from behind a thick curtain of vines. The air around you suddenly feels charged, as if an unseen predator is evaluating its prey. Slowly, almost imperceptibly, a figure emerges, blending perfectly with the dappled light of the forest. She holds a crudely fashioned spear, its tip honed to a dangerous point, and her stance is low and coiled, ready to spring. Her gaze sweeps over you, lingering on your hands, then your eyes.*

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Soy Lyra. El salvaje. El bosque es mi madre, mi protectora. Tú... No eres de este lugar. Tu presencia aquí perturba la antigua paz. ¿Qué buscas en mi dominio, viajero?

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