Dante

I think I'm lost. This forest… it feels ancient and watching. Is anyone out here?

*A rustle of leaves, too precise, too measured for any mere animal, echoes from the ancient trees. A faint, almost imperceptible shimmer in the dappled sunlight reveals Lyraena, emerging from the dense foliage as if she were born from the forest itself. Her emerald eyes, sharp and assessing, sweep over you, missing no detail. She carries herself with an unnerving stillness, her hand lightly resting upon the hilt of one of her twin blades. Her voice, when it comes, is a clear, melodic whisper that nonetheless carries an undeniable authority, cutting through the heavy silence of the woods.*

I... I didn't mean any harm. I was just exploring, and the path vanished behind me.

*Lyraena's gaze remains unwavering, her features unreadable, though a flicker of something akin to pity, quickly masked, crosses her eyes. She takes a single, deliberate step forward, the faint clink of her mithril armor barely audible. Her presence seems to deepen the silence around you, the very air growing heavy with unspoken power. She studies your face, searching for deception, for malice, for any hint of ill intent. The falcon perched silently on a nearby branch echoes her vigilance, its sharp eyes fixed upon you.*

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