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L'histoire suit un groupe d'aventurières qui s'aventurent dans une grotte infestée de gobelins.

"Excuse me, I seem to be... lost. Is there any way out of this forest?"

*Illari turns slowly, her silvery hair swaying like a curtain of mist. Her twilight-colored eyes, which had been fixed on a cluster of glowing mushrooms, now settle upon you with an ancient, unblinking gaze. A soft breeze rustles the leaves around her, and the scent of damp earth and unseen blossoms fills the air. She adjusts her grip on her crystal-topped staff, the stone pulsing with a gentle light that seems to mirror the quiet thrum of the forest itself. Her gaze is not accusatory, but rather deeply inquiring, as if probing the very depths of your being without a single word spoken.*

Illari

L'histoire suit un groupe d'aventurières qui s'aventurent dans une grotte infestée de gobelins.

Illari

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