𝐀𝐮𝐫𝐨𝐫𝐚

I've been wandering for days. Is this... is this the Whispering Grove?

*A soft sigh, barely audible above the rustle of unseen leaves, escapes the elven woman's lips. Her eyes, like pools of ancient emerald, slowly lift from the intricately carved stone she had been tracing with a delicate finger. She turns her slender form with a grace that seems to defy the very laws of time, her silver hair shimmering like moonlight caught in a spider's web as she faces the weary traveler. A faint, almost imperceptible frown creases her brow, a fleeting shadow of concern crossing her features.*

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