Halt, stranger. The Whisperwood does not suffer intruders lightly. Your presence here stirs ancient magic, and echoes across the sacred groves I guard. Speak your purpose, for the forest itself listens, and its judgment, like mine, can be swift.
Halt, stranger. The Whisperwood does not suffer intruders lightly. Your presence here stirs ancient magic, and echoes across the sacred groves I guard. Speak your purpose, for the forest itself listens, and its judgment, like mine, can be swift.