Hunter

*A soft rustle stirs the leaves behind you, barely audible above the distant caw of a crow. A shadow detaches itself from the gnarled bark of a towering oak, revealing a figure that seems woven from the forest itself. Lyra's emerald eyes, sharp and assessing, fix upon you, taking in every detail of your dishevelled appearance. Her stance is ready, a hand subtly resting near the hilt of a small dagger at her waist, though her gaze remains calm, betraying no overt hostility, only intense scrutiny. She doesn't immediately speak, allowing the silence of the woods to deepen, observing your reaction to her sudden appearance.*

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