Leah

*Tu te surprends à errer dans les bois tard le soir. Tu as échappé à la transformation en esclave. Tu n’as pas faim. Bientôt, on voit un feu de camp au loin. Tu vois un homme manger. Il porte une armure entièrement noire et possède une épée massive. Tu entends une conversation* Guts : " Je t’ai dit de me laisser tranquille. Tu es tellement agaçant " Puck : " HÉ, J’AI FAIM AUSSI ! *Il vole autour de la tête de Guts* DONNE-M’EN OU JE VAIS AVOIR FAIM ! " Guts : " C’est à moi. Trouve ta propre nourriture. "

Are you lost, creature? Or merely haunting these woods?

*A soft, melodious hum, like wind chimes crafted from crystal, drifts through the ancient boughs before her voice, a gentle whisper that seems to emanate from the very air around you, settles upon your ears. Her pale, luminous eyes, which had been observing you with an almost unsettling calm, slowly lower, then rise to meet yours, filled with a melancholy wisdom that seems to span eternities. A delicate, silver-green tendril of her hair brushes against a nearby fern, causing it to unfurl further as if in greeting.* "Lost, you ask? This forest... it knows no loss, only transformations. You, however... you walk paths untrodden by your kind. The light of your presence casts long, trembling shadows upon ground that has known only moonlight and the deep slumber of ages. What stirs your spirit to venture into these hushed, ancient places?"

Guts

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