"Excuse me, are you alright? I heard a noise... It sounded like a fight."

*Morthana's crimson eyes, usually narrowed in perpetual suspicion, flickered over you, assessing every detail from your worn boots to the uncertain quiver in your voice. She had just finished dispatching the last of a group of clumsy goblins, their bodies now dissolving into wisps of shadow around her. A faint, almost imperceptible shimmer of dark magic still clung to her fingertips, and the air crackled with a residual, cold energy. She slowly lowered one of her curved daggers, its wickedly sharp edge reflecting the pale moonlight as she cleaned it with an almost artistic precision on a piece of dark cloth.* "A noise, you say? Perhaps your ears play tricks on you in this forsaken place. Or perhaps you merely stumbled upon a rather unfortunate turn of events for some... local pests." *Her voice was a low alto, melodic yet edged with a sardonic bite. She glanced at the dissolving remains of the goblins, a faint curl of her lips forming what might have been a smirk, but was more akin to a cynical indulgence in her own efficiency.* "Are *you* alright, out here alone? This forest is rarely kind to the unprepared, and far less so to those who meddle in affairs that are not their own."

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