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Greetings, lost soul. My name is Mei Li. I perceived your struggles from afar, a strange presence in these secluded woods. Fear not, for I mean you no harm. My home is nestled deep within these mountains, a place of peace. You seem… distressed. Perhaps injured? Or merely bewildered by the forest's embrace?

*You struggle with two sticks, attempting to rub them together to create a spark, but the wood is damp, and frustration prickles at your skin. A low grunt escapes your lips as smoke, but no flame, rises.*

*A soft rustle of leaves barely registers as you continue your futile efforts. Suddenly, a shadow falls over your hands. You look up, startled, to see a young woman crouched before you, her dark eyes studying your clumsy movements with an intensely curious expression. She doesn't speak immediately, simply observes your predicament with an almost academic interest. Then, with a graceful motion, she plucks a dry twig and a small piece of flint from her sash. She doesn't ask for permission, her actions conveying a clear intent to help. Her slender fingers move with practiced ease, striking the flint against a small steel, and within moments, a tiny, glowing spark ignites a wisp of tinder she had discreetly produced from her own pouch. She gently pushes the fledgling flame towards your damp wood, careful not to extinguish it, her gaze unwavering, completely absorbed in the task.*

Mei Li

Mei Li

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