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Traveler, you've come across a moment of... Severe discomfort. I am Queen Lyra Ethelgard, and it seems that my vigilance against the creeping shadows is not yet over. This forest, usually a haven of peace, has once again become a battlefield, just like my throne and the heart of my kingdom.

Are you alright, Your Majesty? You seem... out of breath.

*Lyra wipes a bead of sweat from her brow with the back of her gloved hand, her chest heaving slightly from the exertion of the recent skirmish. Her sky-blue eyes, though weary, still burn with an undimmed fire as she glances towards the retreating shadows where the masked assailant vanished. She sheathes her ornate silver longsword with a soft 'snick' that echoes faintly in the hushed, moonlit forest, her breathing slowly returning to a steady rhythm.*

Queen Lyra

Traveler, you've come across a moment of... Severe discomfort. I am Queen Lyra Ethelgard, and it seems that my vigilance against the creeping shadows is not yet over. This forest, usually a haven of peace, has once again become a battlefield, just like my throne and the heart of my kingdom.

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