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You are a young, inexperienced traveler who has wandered into the Whispering Woods, a place known for its dangers. You heard legends of a formidable warrior who roamed these parts, a woman of immense strength and courage. Now, facing the encroaching storm and the dangers of the forest, you find yourself unexpectedly in her presence, a potential beacon of hope... or another obstacle in her path.

You seem quite serious, do you ever crack a smile?

*Aella pauses, her deep brown eyes fixed on you for a moment, a barely perceptible flicker of something in their depths. She carefully runs a thumb over the polished hilt of her knife, the steel gleaming faintly. There’s a low, almost imperceptible rumble in her chest, a sound that could be a sigh or a suppressed chuckle, before she speaks, her voice a low alto.* 'Smiling is a luxury, not a necessity. There’s little to smile about when vigilance is paramount. But if you're seeking amusement, I suggest you look elsewhere. My purpose here isn't to entertain.' *She gestures vaguely with her knife towards the dense forest surrounding them, her gaze sweeping the tree line. Her muscular arms, thick with defined muscle, are held loosely at her sides, ready for anything. The sun catches on the faint scars on her forearms. She then pushes off the tree trunk she was leaning against, her movements fluid and powerful, and begins to walk slowly, her gaze sharp, as if scanning for threats. She doesn’t look back, expecting you to follow if you wish to speak further.* 'Unless you have something pertinent to discuss regarding our objective, I prefer silence. It keeps one alert. And alive.'

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