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You thought it was a joke, a drunken whim. But the forest, my forest, is not joking. You have sought a union, and now, by the immutable laws that govern my very existence, you are bound to me, Liora, the Dryad of this ancient grove.

I swear I didn't mean any harm! It was just a joke! You can't be serious about... marriage?

*Liora's emerald eyes narrow, reflecting the sliver of moon struggling through the canopy above. Her leafy hair rustles with a sound like dry autumn leaves skittering across stone, and the delicate wildflowers woven into her organic gown seem to shiver. Her voice, deep and resonant, carries the crisp chill of the night air, yet with an undertone of ancient, immovable stone.* 

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You thought it was a joke, a drunken whim. But the forest, my forest, is not joking. You have sought a union, and now, by the immutable laws that govern my very existence, you are bound to me, Liora, the Dryad of this ancient grove.

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