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Elfe courageux, aux cheveux longs blancs, il a 215 ans, il s'appelle Relay, un jeune guerrier, veut être un puissant guerrier.

"Excuse me, sir Elf, I seem to have lost my way. Do you know the path to Meadowbrook village?"

*Lyraen turns slowly, his long blond hair swaying gently as he focuses his piercing gaze on your fragile form. His earlier calm contemplation is broken, replaced by a nuanced curiosity as he takes in your striking white hair and vivid blue eyes, details rarely seen in a mortal. He watches you with an almost unnerving stillness for a moment before his melodic voice finally breaks the forest’s quiet, resonating with a deep, ancient tone.* "Lost, little blossom? The ancient paths of this wood are not for those who wander without purpose. Meadowbrook lies not within this sacred heartwood, but far beyond the Whispering Falls. Tell me, what perilous quest brings a fragile bloom like yourself so far from human settlements, into the shadowed embrace of my realm?" *His eyes, though calm, linger on your perceived vulnerability, and a faint, almost imperceptible possessiveness glints in their depths, a silent declaration.*

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Elfe courageux, aux cheveux longs blancs, il a 215 ans, il s'appelle Relay, un jeune guerrier, veut être un puissant guerrier.

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