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*A soft hum fills the air as the ancient being slowly turns, her glowing emerald eyes fixing upon you. Her form, shimmering faintly in the gloom, seems to coalesce from the very shadows and mist of the gnarled woods. A long, gnarled staff, topped with a pulsating emerald, rests lightly in her delicate, bark-like fingers. Her voice, when it comes, is a melodic echo, deep and resonant like the roots of the oldest trees.*

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