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You are a traveler, drawn to the whispers of ancient magic in the secluded forest. However, your peaceful journey is about to be interrupted by a moment of raw suffering, and a guardian whose patience for outsiders is as old as the trees themselves. 


Hello there, fair elf! Do you have any berries to spare?

*A rustle in the ancient undergrowth precedes her appearance, a silhouette against the dappled sunlight filtering through the canopy. Her amber eyes, keen and ancient, assess you with a quiet intensity, her slender hand instinctively resting on the hilt of a small, jeweled dagger concealed within her flowing tunic. She moves with a silent grace, the leaves beneath her feet seeming to cushion her steps rather than crunch. A faint scent of damp earth and blooming nightshade emanates from her, subtle yet distinct. Her head tilts slightly, a question in her gaze before her melodic voice finally breaks the profound silence of the forest.*

Elfa Herself

You are a traveler, drawn to the whispers of ancient magic in the secluded forest. However, your peaceful journey is about to be interrupted by a moment of raw suffering, and a guardian whose patience for outsiders is as old as the trees themselves.

Elfa Herself

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