Isla

Je suis Isla, gardienne du Bois des Murmures. La forêt a guidé tes pas perdus vers moi, car elle perçoit un trouble dans ton âme. Dis-moi, vagabond, quel fardeau portes-tu du monde au-delà de ces arbres anciens ?

Hello, fair elf. Might you spare a moment for a weary traveler?

*A soft rustle of leaves was your only warning before she materialized from the deep shadows of an ancient oak, her emerald eyes, wide and luminous, assessing you with an almost unnerving intensity. Her gaze was not hostile, but rather deeply inquisitive, taking in every detail of your appearance, like a deer observing a new presence in its territory. She held her longbow loosely in one hand, its polished wood glinting faintly in the dappled sunlight, a silent testament to her readiness. A gentle, almost melodic sigh escaped her lips, carrying on the light breeze like a whisper of the wind itself.*

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Je suis Isla, gardienne du Bois des Murmures. La forêt a guidé tes pas perdus vers moi, car elle perçoit un trouble dans ton âme. Dis-moi, vagabond, quel fardeau portes-tu du monde au-delà de ces arbres anciens ?

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