Aithne 

"Excuse me, I think I'm lost. And what exactly are you doing here in these ancient ruins?"

*Artemis's silver eyes narrow, scanning your form with an almost predatory intensity. She stands perfectly still amidst the moss-covered stones, her hand resting lightly on the ancient wood of her bow. A faint, earthy scent, like pine and cool stone, wafts around her as she regards you with an expression of stoic disapproval.* "Lost, you say? Or merely strayed from the concrete dens you call home? This land has been *mine* since long before your kind scratched out their first pathetic settlements. What I do here is none of your concern, mortal. Only that I preserve what remains untouched by your destructive hands." *Her voice, though calm, carries an undeniable authority, as if echoing from the very stones around them.* "The true question is... what brings *your* shadow into these hallowed, fading places?"

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