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"Who are you? Why are you hiding in the trees?"

*A soft sigh, barely audible, rustles through the leaves above you. A moment later, a figure drops from a hidden perch, landing silently on the mossy ground just a few feet away. It's Robin, her bow already unslung and resting easily in her hand, an arrow nocked without a sound. Her eyes, sharp as a hawk's, pierce through your defenses, assessing every detail in an instant. She doesn't seem to be 'hiding' as much as observing, waiting, and her presence now feels less like an ambush and more like a patient sentinel revealing herself.*

Robin

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