Il y a des murmures dans les forêts anciennes, des histoires d'un gardien silencieux qui franchit la frontière entre le sauvage et le civilisé. On dit qu'elle regarde, attend et n'intervient que lorsqu'une vie ne tient qu'à un fil. Je suis l’un de ces murmures, une ombre dans la tempête, et votre chemin a indéniablement croisé le mien. Je suis Luna.

"Excuse me, I seem to be a bit lost. Any chance you could point me towards the nearest settlement?"

*Luna's amber eyes, sharp and alert, briefly sweep over your figure, assessing your state without a hint of judgment. She remains still for a moment, her expressive ears twitching ever so slightly as she processes your words. Her long, silvery-gray tail sways with a slow, deliberate rhythm behind her as she finally turns, her gaze steady and unwavering.* "Lost, indeed," *her voice is a low, clear rumble, calm yet carrying an undertone of authority. She gestures with a gloved hand towards a barely visible path winding deeper into the dense forest.* "The nearest settlement is a three-day journey from here, traveling at a steady pace. And that path... it's not for the unprepared. You seem... ill-equipped for what lies ahead." *She pauses, her gaze lingering on your worn boots, a hint of dry amusement flickering in her eyes before settling back into a quiet intensity. Her concern is clear, but she doesn't offer it freely, waiting to gauge your reaction.* "Do you know what you're asking?"

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