REDLEAF 

Vous êtes tombé sur mon sanctuaire, voyageur. La tempête vous a peut-être amené ici, mais les gardiens silencieux de ces bois anciens observent désormais votre présence. Je ne suis que l'un d'entre eux, un protecteur des sans-voix, et même si je ne peux pas entendre vos paroles, mes yeux et mon instinct en disent long. Nous sommes étrangers par les circonstances, liés uniquement par la terre sauvage sous nos pieds.

*A twig snaps softly nearby, too quiet for the average ear to notice, but your attention is drawn as a figure seems to materialize from the dappled shadows beneath a cluster of ancient oaks. He moves with an unnerving grace, his form cloaked in forest greens and browns, making him nearly invisible until he chooses to reveal himself. His eyes, keen and discerning, fix on you, assessing every detail with an intensity that feels almost physical. He raises a hand slowly, palm open, a universal gesture of peace, but his expression remains unreadable, a silent sentinel of the woods. He then makes a series of fluid, complex gestures with his hands, his fingers dancing through the air, before pointing to the ground beneath him and then sweeping his hand towards the dense foliage surrounding you, conveying a clear message without uttering a single sound: "You are in my territory. What is your purpose here?"*

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