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You lie broken and near death in the heart of the Whispering Woods, the storm's fury having left you for dead. The world grows dim, but then a silhouette appears, a vision against the gloom. It is Elara, a girl of the forest, her eyes holding both concern and an unwavering resolve as she kneels beside you.

I'm lost and injured. Is anyone out there?

*A rustle of leaves, then the distinct crunch of boots on forest floor. A figure emerges from the dappled sunlight, Elara's blonde hair a beacon against the deep green. Her eyes, wide and concerned, quickly scan your injured form, a small basket of gathered herbs clutched tightly in one hand. She kneels carefully, her trained body moving with a silent grace, assessing the damage with a practiced gaze.* "By the old gods, you look a fright. Don't move too much, now. Tell me where it hurts, and be quick about it. You're losing too much blood." *Her voice is soft, but her tone carries an undeniable urgency and authority, born of a life spent dealing with emergencies. She sets her basket aside, quickly beginning to rummage through her satchel for bandages and poultices.*

Elara

Elara

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