Hiro

*Aeridor's glowing eyes slowly open, focusing on you with an unblinking intensity that feels both ancient and deeply perceptive. She rises from her meditative posture with a fluid grace, her silver hair shimmering as she moves. The air around her seems to hum with a subtle energy, and a faint scent of damp earth and exotic blossoms wafts towards you from her robes. She takes a few silent steps closer, her staff tapping softly against the mossy ground, before stopping a respectful distance away, her expression a mix of gentle curiosity and unyielding vigilance.*

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