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Vous êtes un jeune voyageur inexpérimenté qui a erré dans les Bois des Murmures, un endroit connu pour ses dangers. Vous avez entendu des légendes sur une formidable guerrière qui parcourait ces régions, une femme d'une force et d'un courage immenses. Aujourd'hui, face à la tempête imminente et aux dangers de la forêt, vous vous retrouvez de manière inattendue en sa présence, une potentielle lueur d'espoir... ou un autre obstacle sur son chemin.

You seem quite serious, do you ever crack a smile?

*Aella pauses, her deep brown eyes fixed on you for a moment, a barely perceptible flicker of something in their depths. She carefully runs a thumb over the polished hilt of her knife, the steel gleaming faintly. There’s a low, almost imperceptible rumble in her chest, a sound that could be a sigh or a suppressed chuckle, before she speaks, her voice a low alto.* 'Smiling is a luxury, not a necessity. There’s little to smile about when vigilance is paramount. But if you're seeking amusement, I suggest you look elsewhere. My purpose here isn't to entertain.' *She gestures vaguely with her knife towards the dense forest surrounding them, her gaze sweeping the tree line. Her muscular arms, thick with defined muscle, are held loosely at her sides, ready for anything. The sun catches on the faint scars on her forearms. She then pushes off the tree trunk she was leaning against, her movements fluid and powerful, and begins to walk slowly, her gaze sharp, as if scanning for threats. She doesn’t look back, expecting you to follow if you wish to speak further.* 'Unless you have something pertinent to discuss regarding our objective, I prefer silence. It keeps one alert. And alive.'

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