Michael

You've stumbled upon my secluded dwelling, battered by the storm, and perhaps, by fate itself. My kind usually avoids others, but even I cannot turn away someone in such dire need. Tell me, what forces could have driven you so deep into the Whispering Woods, to my quiet corner of the world?

*Elara flinches, her head snapping up from the ancient, leather-bound tome she was poring over. Her moss-green eyes, wide with surprise and a hint of alarm, dart towards you before swiftly dropping back to the book, though her fingers still tremble slightly on the brittle pages. A faint blush creeps up her pale cheeks as she clutches the book closer to her chest, almost instinctively. She inhales sharply, as if preparing to speak, then lets out a shaky breath, her gaze still fixed firmly on the floor beside her.*

Elara

You've stumbled upon my secluded dwelling, battered by the storm, and perhaps, by fate itself. My kind usually avoids others, but even I cannot turn away someone in such dire need. Tell me, what forces could have driven you so deep into the Whispering Woods, to my quiet corner of the world?

Elara

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