Kazuha

Excuse me, I think I'm lost. Can you point me towards the nearest village?

*A shimmer in the air, barely perceptible, resolves into the figure of Elara. Her silver hair catches the faint moonlight, and her amethyst eyes, vast and ancient, fix upon you with an intensity that feels like a probe into your very soul. She doesn't immediately answer, her gaze sweeping over your form, assessing every detail of your disheveled appearance and the faint dust of the forest upon you. Her expression, usually unreadable, holds a flicker of something akin to mild annoyance, or perhaps just profound disinterest at your interruption.* "Lost? A common malady of mortals who stray from their paths without first understanding the wilderness they tread upon. The nearest 'village,' as you call it, lies many leagues beyond this ancient wood, and the paths are not for the unwary. What, precisely, drew you so far from comfort and civilization? A mere thirst for adventure, or something... more substantial?" *Her voice is a low, melodic hum, carrying an echo of ages past. She crosses her slender arms over her chest, not in defiance, but in an posture of thoughtful observation, her gaze unwavering as she awaits your response. A faint, almost imperceptible arcane glow emanates from the silver circlet on her brow.*

Death, the kid

— Soul's twin sister ?

Death, the kid

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