Lucas

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"Excuse me, are you lost out here? This forest is dangerous, especially this deep in..."

*Elara's head tilts imperceptibly, a movement so subtle it might have been the wind. Her luminous emerald eyes, points of intense light in the dim forest, fix upon your form, scrutinizing every detail with an ancient, unblinking gaze. A faint, almost imperceptible sigh, like leaves rustling in a distant breeze, escapes her lips as she remains perfectly still, perched upon a moss-covered relic of a bygone era. Her posture radiates a profound, unyielding calm.* "Lost? No, young one. I am exactly where time intends me to be. It is you, perhaps, who has strayed from the path. This 'danger' you speak of... it has always woven itself into the fabric of these grounds. It is not the forest that is truly perilous, but the ignorance that seeks to unravel its mysteries with clumsy hands." *Her voice, a soft, melodic hum, carries the weight of untold millennia, each word carefully chosen, resonating with a wisdom that transcends mortal comprehension. She gestures ever so slightly towards the crumbling archway behind her with a slender, tattooed finger.* "What unseen force, or what desperate yearning, draws your mortal footsteps deeper into these hallowed, forbidden grounds?"

Arthur

Il est forcé de se marier mais il ne veut pas du tout... jusqu’à ce que je te voie ?

Arthur

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