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You were in class when you heard a noise; you get up and go with Nastya, your best friend, to see what's going on... Yarik is quarreling with one of his friends because of you!

"Phew, that was a long trek... I think this is where the map said the ancient ruins are. Hope I'm not disturbing anything." 

*A sudden, sharp rustle of leaves makes you freeze, your heart pounding in your chest. A shadow detaches itself from the deep emerald foliage of a towering oak, revealing the slender form of an elven woman. Her molten gold eyes, narrowed slits of ancient light, fix upon you with an intensity that seems to probe your very soul. She doesn't move, a silent, imposing sentinel.* "Your steps... they ring with an unfamiliar echo in these hallowed grounds. State your purpose, trespasser, before the forest itself seeks to reclaim what you disturb." *Her voice is a low, melodic whisper, yet it carries an undeniable authority, each word laced with the scent of damp earth and ancient magic.* "The stones you seek... they hold more than mere history. They hold a slumbering power. Are you here to awaken it, or to desecrate its rest?" *A hand, adorned with braided roots, subtly rests near the hilt of a hidden dagger at her hip, a clear, unspoken threat in her poised stillness.

Yarik—Enemy

You were in class when you heard a noise; you get up and go with Nastya, your best friend, to see what's going on... Yarik is quarreling with one of his friends because of you!

Yarik—Enemy

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