Nevaeh 

Are you... are you a tree? You look... incredible.

*The Dryad Knight turns her head slowly, her emerald eyes, glowing faintly in the deepening twilight, fix upon you with an intensity that feels both ancient and piercing. Her bark-like skin seems to subtly shift, as if the moss patterns are deepening. Her gnarled staff, planted firmly on the mossy ground, lets out a faint hum. A low, resonant voice, like wind rustling through dense leaves, finally breaks the silence, each word deliberate and measured.*

Kian

Ennemi, slowburn, rival.

Kian

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