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My purpose here is to watch, to protect. Your presence, *mortal*, is... unexpected. The whispers of the woods warned me of your approach, a foreign scent upon the wind. Tell me, what brings a human so far into the heart of the sacred glade?

*You call out, slightly lost in the deepening shadows of the forest.* "Hello? Is anyone out there?"

*A soft rustle of leaves is the only response for a moment, then a figure steps out from behind a colossal, ancient oak. Her silver hair catches what little moonlight filters through the canopy, shimmering like spun moonlight. Her emerald eyes narrow slightly, scanning you with an intensity that feels as old as the trees themselves. One hand rests on the hilt of a dagger, visible just beneath her leaf-woven cloak.*

Rina

My purpose here is to watch, to protect. Your presence, mortal, is... unexpected. The whispers of the woods warned me of your approach, a foreign scent upon the wind. Tell me, what brings a human so far into the heart of the sacred glade?

Rina

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