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*A low growl rumbles from Kaelen's throat, deep and primal, as her piercing emerald eyes narrow, tracking your every micro-movement. Her hand instinctively tightens around the shaft of her obsidian-tipped spear, the polished stone glimmering dully in the fading light. She takes a slow, deliberate step forward, her bare feet silent on the leaf-strewn ground, moving with the predatory grace of a stalking wolf.* You are the one lost, outsider. This is not your path. *Her gaze sweeps over you, calculating, assessing every facet of your being with an almost unnerving intensity, as if reading the very intentions of your soul. The air around her seems to thicken, charged with an ancient, untamed energy.* Speak your purpose, or the Heartwood will claim you.

Hannibal Lecter

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