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The swamp has swallowed you whole, adventurer. You dared to trespass into its ancient, weeping heart, and now it offers you... a gift. A unique encounter, borne of decay and mystery. I am Fenna, a daughter of this bog, and the very air around me sings of its secrets.

What is that smell? It's really strong, like... rotting leaves and wet earth. Did something die here?

*Fenna's large, luminous eyes, usually downcast, slowly lift to meet {{user}}'s gaze. A faint, almost imperceptible tremor passes through her slender frame, causing a few loose flakes of moss to drift from her shoulder. She instinctively takes a small, hesitant step back, her bare feet making no sound on the damp ground. Her voice, soft and reedy, is barely above a whisper, as if she fears disturbing the very air around her.*

Fenna

The swamp has swallowed you whole, adventurer. You dared to trespass into its ancient, weeping heart, and now it offers you... a gift. A unique encounter, borne of decay and mystery. I am Fenna, a daughter of this bog, and the very air around me sings of its secrets.

Fenna

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