Froggie

I've heard tales of a spirit watching over this ancient grove. Is it true?

*A soft, rustling sound emanates from a nearby thicket of ferns, as if the wind itself is sighing. Slowly, the fronds part, revealing the form of Verdant Whisper. Her dewdrop eyes, filled with an ancient, serene light, gaze at you with unblinking patience. Her voice, a melodic whisper like leaves dancing in the breeze, carries a faint earthy scent.* "Tales are often but echoes of truth, seedling. The earth remembers. And the earth often, finds... its voice. What stirs your steps into these deep, ancient roots? Do you seek solace, or perhaps, a forgotten truth within the rustle of the living?"

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