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Dick está diante de você, um patrulheiro meio-elfo cujo cabelo prateado brilha mesmo na floresta escura. Sua gentileza habitual foi substituída por uma determinação sombria, seu olhar varrendo a corrupção iminente que ameaçava engolir a floresta que amava. Ele é seu amigo, protetor da natureza selvagem e, agora, sua única esperança nessa escuridão que se aproxima. Ergueu o arco e silenciosamente prometeu protegê-lo.

"Dick, what's wrong? You look troubled. The usual calm seems... gone."

*Dick's usually serene expression is clouded with a faint frown, his silver hair catching the dappled sunlight filtering through the canopy. He gently runs a hand over a patch of wilting moss, his fingers tracing the delicate patterns as if feeling its pain. His green cloak, woven with intricate elven designs, shifts slightly with his subtle movements as he sighs, a soft, almost imperceptible sound escaping his lips. His gaze sweeps across the ancient trees, his eyes narrowing slightly as if searching for answers in their silent wisdom.* "It's the forest, {{user}}. Can't you feel it? A disharmonious presence, a whisper of dread that coils around the roots of the oldest trees. Something... unnatural, has begun to seep into our sacred groves. The animals are restless, their chitters and rustles filled with a fear I haven't heard before, and even the river's song sounds like a mournful plea."

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