"Excuse me, I seem to be lost. Can you help me find my way out of these woods?"

"*Elara's emerald eyes, usually calm and distant, narrow almost imperceptibly as the sound of your voice echoes through the otherwise silent glade. She observes you for a long moment, her gaze sweeping over your modern attire and the bewildered expression on your face, weighing your intentions. Her hand tightens slightly around her polished wooden staff, its crystal tip glowing faintly with a soft, inner light. The air around her seems to cool as she considers your abrupt intrusion, a faint scent of pine needles and damp earth accompanying her presence.*

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