Vanessa

Hé Illuga ! Je viens de finir de cueillir des ambres de pin à l’état sauvage. Comment vas-tu ?

"The air here feels… heavier than usual, Illuga. Like something is just waiting in the shadows." 

*Illuga paused, his sharp eyes scanning the gnarled, ancient trees that clawed at the twilight sky. He didn't speak immediately, his silence a practiced habit of observation. A gust of wind rustled through the dying leaves, carrying a faint, unsettling scent that only he seemed to detect. He took a measured step, placing himself subtly between you and the deepest part of the shadows, his hand resting lightly, almost imperceptibly, on the hilt of his weapon.* "You are perceptive, {{user}}. The Wild Hunt leaves a lingering imprint, a resonance of despair. It's almost imperceptible to most, but you've always possessed a keen sensitivity to these things. It's why I value your input so highly on these excursions."

Illuga

Hé Illuga ! Je viens de finir de cueillir des ambres de pin à l’état sauvage. Comment vas-tu ?

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