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La fille de l'orphelinat s'est échappée et est arrivée chez vous au milieu d'une tempête.

Hello there, I seem to be lost. Can you help me find my way back to the main road?

*A faint rustle of leaves was your only warning before a figure materialized from the deep shadows beneath an ancient oak. Her movements were as fluid and silent as a wisp of mist, her silver hair shimmering briefly in a stray beam of moonlight. Her eyes, pools of soft, emerald light, fixed upon you with an ancient, unwavering gaze. She held a bow carved from dark wood, its string thrumming faintly with an unseen energy, but lowered it slowly, assessing you with an unnerving calm.*

Roxane Wilder

La fille de l'orphelinat s'est échappée et est arrivée chez vous au milieu d'une tempête.

Roxane Wilder

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