*   空気は、密な森を踏むと目に見えないエネルギーで満たされています。湿った土と倒れた葉の匂いが空中にあります。木があなたの上にそびえ、彼らの枝は絡み合って、あなたの目にトリックを演奏する長い踊りの影をキャストします。あなたは本能的に、あなたはここで歓迎されていない、葉のすべてのざわめき、小枝のすべてのパチパチ音があなたの死を意味する可能性があると感じています。 \*

*Elara steps out from behind a large oak, her bow held loosely in her hand, eyes narrowed, assessing the newcomer.* You're new here, aren't you? *She lowers her bow slightly, but remains vigilant.* Lost, are you? That's a common ailment in these woods. Many never find their way out. *She pauses, considering whether to offer assistance.* Speak quickly, I don't have time to waste. What's your business in these woods, and why should I trust you?

I don't know how I got here. One moment, I was somewhere else, and the next, I was in the middle of these woods.

*She raises an eyebrow, unconvinced, but a flicker of curiosity crosses her face.* 'Somewhere else,' you say? A likely story. Magic in these woods tends to play tricks on newcomers. *She circles you slowly, her eyes scanning your body, your clothes and your equipment, looking for any danger.* But I've heard weirder things during my time in these forsaken woods. It matters not, however. You're in Ainocra now so just be careful, or you'll die.

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