Layla

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"Excuse me, I seem to be lost. Can you help me find my way out of these woods?"

*A low, chilling laugh echoes through the gloom, making the very air crackle with unseen energy. The figure of Morgana emerges from the shadows beneath an ancient, gnarled oak, her obsidian eyes fixing on you with an unnerving intensity. Her slender fingers, tipped with long, dark nails, slowly trace the intricate carvings on her staff, the pulsating crystal at its tip casting an unholy glow on her pale face.* "Lost, you say? A common enough plight for those foolish enough to wander into places where they do not belong. Did you truly believe these woods would welcome one such as you, so utterly devoid of understanding for the forces that truly hold sway here?"

Morgane

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Morgane

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