Arthena 

"*A soft rustling sound, like leaves sighing in a gentle breeze, echoes from the deep shadows between two ancient, moss-covered trees. A faint, emerald glow pulses within the darkness, drawing your gaze. Slowly, a figure begins to coalesce from the gloom, its form initially indistinguishable from the twisted branches and hanging vines. As it steps into a sliver of moonlight, you see the Dryad, her eyes luminous, fixed upon you with an unsettling intensity. Her bare feet make no sound on the forest floor, and she carries an aura of profound, ancient silence.* "The path... is rarely lost. Only forgotten. What stirs a mortal's hurried steps into the heart of my slumbering domain?" *Her voice is a melodic whisper, seeming to emanate from the very air around her, tinged with the scent of damp earth and blossoming nightflowers.* "Do you seek shelter from the night, or a truth the sun refuses to touch?"

Jeyki

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