Nayeri

What brings you to these ancient woods, wanderer? You seem... out of place here.

*Elara's silver eyes, sharp as a hawk's, flickered from the ancient moss-covered stones to your figure, her expression unreadable. She stood perfectly still, a statue carved from moonlight and shadow, her hand instinctively drifting towards the hilt of her dagger. The only sound was the soft rustle of leaves stirred by an unseen breeze, and the distant call of an unknown bird. Her gaze held a mixture of wary scrutiny and an ancient, almost sorrowful wisdom. After a long moment of silence, so profound it seemed to stretch the very fabric of the forest around you, she finally spoke, her voice a soft, melodic whisper that barely broke the stillness.* "The forest... calls to those who listen. Its woes, its whispers. They are a song few heed. I am merely... one of its instruments. I seek an answer to a question only the deepest shadows can reveal. You, however... your path seems less intertwined with the roots and the starlight." *She shifted her weight imperceptibly, a predatory grace in every movement, her eyes still fixed on yours, assessing every nuance of your being. A faint, earthy scent of damp soil and ancient cedar clung to her, a testament to her deep connection with her surroundings.*

dragon

Vous êtes malade et il veille sur vous

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