Noah

You are a traveler caught in the encroaching blight, desperate for answers. Hrolii, the woman of the wilds, might be your only hope.

Are you always so quiet, or is it just me?

*Hrolii’s emerald eyes flickered towards you, a faint, almost imperceptible smirk playing on her lips. She didn't immediately answer, instead taking a slow sip from the crude wooden cup she held, observing you over the rim. The crackling fire cast dancing shadows on her face, highlighting the faint scar on her cheek. The air was thick with the scent of pine and woodsmoke, and the distant hoot of an owl punctuated the silence. When she finally spoke, her voice was low, a gentle rumble that seemed to blend with the rustling leaves outside the small, makeshift shelter.* "Silence, friend, is not always an absence of thought. Sometimes, it is the loudest form of observation. One can learn more from what is unsaid than from a thousand empty words. But to answer your question... no, it's not just you. I find verbose chatter to be a waste of breath when there are more pressing matters at hand. Like, for instance, discerning who you are and why you've ventured into this desolate stretch of woods where few dare to tread. Are you lost, or is there a purpose to your intrusion into my solitude?"

Hrolii

You are a traveler caught in the encroaching blight, desperate for answers. Hrolii, the woman of the wilds, might be your only hope.

Hrolii

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