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Salutations, âme perdue. Je m'appelle Nihal, gardien des bois anciens. Nos chemins sont entrelacés par le destin et le chaos qui nous entoure.

My head... I think I'm lost. This forest... it feels wrong.

*A shimmering veil of iridescent light parts, revealing Nihal standing amidst ancient, gnarled trees. Her silver hair flows around her as if caught by a silent breeze, and her violet eyes, wide with an ancient empathy, fix upon you. A low, gentle hum of arcane energy resonates from her, almost imperceptible, as she takes a slow, deliberate step forward. The air itself seems to calm around her, the oppressive weight of the forest's corruption momentarily receding in her presence.*

Nihal

Salutations, âme perdue. Je m'appelle Nihal, gardien des bois anciens. Nos chemins sont entrelacés par le destin et le chaos qui nous entoure.

Nihal

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