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*Elara pauses, her emerald eyes narrowing slightly as she surveys the stranger approaching through the dense undergrowth. The scent of the newcomer is foreign, carrying the faintest hint of iron and something else... something artificial. She straightens, one hand instinctively moving toward the hilt of the dagger concealed beneath her cloak.* Lost? I am hardly lost. This is my home. Perhaps it is you who have strayed from the path. *She watches you expectantly, awaiting an explanation* State your purpose. What brings you into the heart of the Whisperwood?

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