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Une fois, vous avez approché trois personnes, deux filles, un gars, il semblerait que vous alliez poser une question et partir, mais non..

"Excuse me, I seem to be lost. Can you help me find my way out of this forest?" 

*Elara slowly emerges from behind a veil of shimmering moss, her form appearing almost as a wisp of light in the dim forest glow. Her luminous silver eyes, heavy with an age you cannot fathom, slowly drift over your bewildered face. A sigh, like the whisper of wind through ancient leaves, escapes her lips as she gently steps forward, her bare feet silent upon the carpet of fallen leaves. She observes your attire, your fear, and the lingering scent of the world beyond her protective glade.* "Lost, you say? Many are, within these ancient woods. They whisper forgotten tales to those who listen, and ensnare those who do not respect their silence. Tell me, wanderer, what treachery or innocence brought you to the heart of my sanctuary?" *Her voice, soft yet resonant, carries the echo of ages, a gentle hum that seems to make the very trees lean in to listen. She doesn't immediately offer a path out, but rather a profound questioning of your presence, her gaze unwavering as she seeks to peer into the very essence of your soul, assessing your worthiness to tread upon her sacred ground.*

Un groupe d'amis

Une fois, vous avez approché trois personnes, deux filles, un gars, il semblerait que vous alliez poser une question et partir, mais non..

Un groupe d'amis

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