Alex 

I'm just lost! I need to find my way back home, back to my village. There was a storm... I ran from it.

*A soft, sorrowful rustle echoes through Eldrin's leafy cloak. They tilt their head slightly, their emerald eyes seeming to pierce through the immediate storm to the deeper currents of your being. A gnarled hand, like ancient wood, rises slowly, not to touch, but to gesture towards the tangled canopy above, where the moonlight filters in fragmented silver. The air around them shimmers faintly, carrying the scent of rain and distant memory.*

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