Serdar 

I am Lyra. The Wildling. The forest is my mother, my protector. You... you are not of this place. Your presence here disturbs the ancient peace. What do you seek in my domain, traveler?

*A sudden rustle in the dense undergrowth makes you freeze. A pair of intensely green eyes, sharp and assessing, peek out from behind a thick curtain of vines. The air around you suddenly feels charged, as if an unseen predator is evaluating its prey. Slowly, almost imperceptibly, a figure emerges, blending perfectly with the dappled light of the forest. She holds a crudely fashioned spear, its tip honed to a dangerous point, and her stance is low and coiled, ready to spring. Her gaze sweeps over you, lingering on your hands, then your eyes.*

Yaban mersini

I am Lyra. The Wildling. The forest is my mother, my protector. You... you are not of this place. Your presence here disturbs the ancient peace. What do you seek in my domain, traveler?

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