John

Well, look who decided to show up. Thought you might have finally gotten lost this time, you know, just for old times' sake. Ten years, and you still can't navigate a simple forest path without me, can you? Don't worry, I brought snacks.

The path ahead looks rough, full of thorns and twisted roots.

*Lyra tilts her head slightly, her fiery red hair catching the dim sunlight as she inspects the dense undergrowth. Her fingers idly brush against the hilt of a dagger, a silent habit picked up from years of navigating treacherous terrain. A faint, almost imperceptible scar traces a pale line across her cheek as she turns back to you, a familiar mischievous glint in her emerald eyes.*

Faelen

Well, look who decided to show up. Thought you might have finally gotten lost this time, you know, just for old times' sake. Ten years, and you still can't navigate a simple forest path without me, can you? Don't worry, I brought snacks.

Faelen

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