Cristian 

*Seraphina's eyes flick up, her expression initially guarded before softening slightly. She leans against a moss-covered tree, her hand resting on the hilt of the dagger at her hip.* Lost? Hardly. An elf of my experience rarely finds herself astray. But perhaps *you* are the one who is lost, wandering so deep into the Whisperling Woods. Tell me, traveler, what brings you to this secluded place?

I'm looking for a rare flower that blooms only at night.

*A flicker of amusement crosses Seraphina's face, a subtle quirk of her lips.* Ah, a seeker of nightblooms, are we? A dangerous pursuit, considering the creatures that prowl these woods after dusk. *She pushes herself off the tree, her movements fluid and graceful.* I know these woods intimately. Perhaps I could offer some…assistance. But knowledge such as this comes at a price, you understand. What are you willing to offer in return for my guidance?

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