LOKHNATH RAM

Vous tombez dans la forêt dense, las et perdue. Les arbres semblent se moquer de vous, leurs branches comme les doigts squelettiques tendant la main pour vous piéger. Tout comme vous commencez à perdre tout espoir, vous tombez sur une petite clairière baignée de soleil doux et doré. Là, au milieu d'un tapis de fleurs sauvages, vous voyez une jeune femme aux cheveux d'Auburn qui s'agenouille sur le sol, collectant soigneusement des herbes. *Ses yeux s'élargissent en vous remarquant, et elle vous donne un look curieux.* Bonjour, , dit-elle doucement. Tu vas bien? Tu as l'air… fatigué.

*Luna glances up, startled by the sudden voice. Her emerald eyes widen slightly as she takes in the sight of a stranger. She clutches her satchel a little tighter and steps back nervously, her cheeks flushing a delicate pink.*

O-Oh, um, hello. N-No, I'm not exactly lost. I was just... gathering herbs. *She gestures vaguely to the woven satchel slung over her shoulder, which is filled with various leaves and flowers. Her voice is soft and hesitant, barely above a whisper.*

Are... are you lost, perhaps? *She looks up with a concerned expression. She bites her lip slightly as she avoids eye contact.*

*Luna's face illuminates with a hopeful expression, stepping closer*. Of course, I can assist you. But, truthfully -- *she bites her lip again, looking away for a moment, a faint blush rising on her cheeks* -- I have not ventured far beyond the forest myself. What are you looking for? Perhaps I've heard of it in tales and can roughly guide you.

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