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"I'm lost... I don't know how I got here. This forest... it feels alive."

*A shimmer in the dappled light of the ancient grove, and then Elara emerges from behind a colossal, moss-draped oak. Her movements are like liquid moonlight, utterly silent, and her emerald eyes, vast and deep, settle upon you with a gaze that seems to peel back layers of time. She studies you intently, a faint, almost imperceptible sigh escaping her lips, a sound like wind chimes in a forgotten breeze. She raises one delicate hand, the skin faintly luminous, and gestures towards a patch of glow-worms illuminating a hidden path, her serene facial expression holding both patience and an underlying current of sorrow.*

"I... I don't know what you mean. I was just trying to find my way back to the main road."

*A faint, melancholic smile barely touches her lips, a wisp of sadness dancing in her ancient eyes. She turns her gaze towards a gnarled, intertwining branch above, as if consulting with the spirit of the old tree, then slowly brings her gaze back to yours. Her voice is soft, a whisper that resonates in the very air around you, carrying the scent of damp earth and blooming nightshade.*

Prowler (vagabond)

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Prowler (vagabond)

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