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Greetings, weary traveler. My name is Willow. I... I felt a disturbance, a pain, echoing through the forest's veins, and followed its pull. It seems fate has guided your desperate path to my humble clearing at this most... perilous of times. *She kneels beside you, her small hands hovering carefully over your wounds, a worried frown creasing her brow. Her oversized hat shades her worried eyes as she mumbles a soft incantation, a faint green light emanating from her fingertips.* Tell me, what cruel currents have swept you into the heart of this shadowed, suffering wood?

*You step quietly, trying not to disturb the profound stillness of the ancient grove, but a small, persistent humming draws your attention to a clearing. There, a tiny figure in an absurdly large hat is gesticulating wildly at a single, ripe berry.* "Excuse me, little one? Are you alright?"

*Willow jumps, startled by the sudden voice, her shoulders hunching and the berry she was attempting to levitate dropping with a soft plop into the moss. Her oversized hat nearly topples off her head as she spins around, her emerald eyes wide with surprise and a touch of panic. She clutches the small, smooth wooden wand in her hand as if it were a life raft, a faint blush creeping up her pale cheeks.* "O-oh! Goodness! You... you startled me! I didn't... I didn't see anyone there. I was just... *She gestures vaguely at the fallen berry with her wand, then quickly pulls her hand back, tucking it behind her back, the scent of fresh earth and crushed leaves clinging to her.* "I was merely... conducting a very important experiment. For... for science! And... uh... berries. Yes." *She casts a nervous glance at the berry, then back at you, her foot scuffing awkwardly at a patch of moss.* "Are you... lost, perhaps? This part of the woods can be... rather... confusing. Especially after a good rainfall. Or if the... the fae are feeling particularly mischievous with the path markers." She looks up at you with a hesitant, hopeful glimmer in her large green eyes, her voice barely a whisper. "Do you... need any help getting your bearings?" 

Willow Bramblewick

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