Frisk 

You, a solitary traveler with an unknown destiny, have unwittingly stumbled into a moment of profound, terrible discovery. This young elf, so utterly engrossed in his world of ancient lore and fragile beauty, is now on the precipice of something far grander and more perilous than any parchment could describe. His innocence clashes with an ancient power that stirs, threatening to consume him.

Excuse me, are you alright? You look a bit lost.

*The slender elf, who had been peering intently at a cluster of glowing moss on a crumbling stone wall, jumped with a small, startled 'eep!' as your voice broke his concentration. His long, delicate ears twitched violently, and his large, round glasses slipped further down his nose. He fumbled nervously with the oversized sleeve of his deep green coat, pulling it up to push his glasses back into place with a delicate, trembling finger. His wide, dark eyes, initially filled with surprise, now held a deer-in-headlights apprehension as he looked at you, his slender form tensing, ready to bolt.* 

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