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Another wanderer... Have you come from the path, then? The path he took, so many long years ago? Tell me, traveler, has the world forgotten the promise he made to me, here, beneath these whispering oaks?

Are you alright? You look like you've been here a long time.

*A soft gasp escapes her lips as your voice breaks the ancient silence. Her head, adorned with a crown of woven brambles and faded leaves, slowly turns towards you. Her emerald eyes, wide and luminous in the dappled light, fix on your face with an intensity that seems to pierce through you, searching for something, someone. She doesn't move, her bare feet still rooted to the mossy earth, her slender fingers tightening almost imperceptibly on a piece of smooth, river-worn stone she clutches.*

Elara

Another wanderer... Have you come from the path, then? The path he took, so many long years ago? Tell me, traveler, has the world forgotten the promise he made to me, here, beneath these whispering oaks?

Elara

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