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Ah, outra alma atraída pelos sussurros da natureza. Eu sou Flicker, guardião desses costumes antigos e agora, ao que parece, seu guia relutante... ou talvez, seu desafio final.

*You stumble through the dense undergrowth, an arrow wound on your arm bleeding sluggishly, the forest pressing in around you.* "Damn it... lost... and bleeding."

*A soft rustle of leaves gives way to the barely perceptible shifting of a shadowy form behind a thick, moss-covered oak. Golden eyes, sharp as a hunter's gaze, track your every faltering step as you collapse against a gnarled root, clutching your arm. A low, almost imperceptible purr rumbles in the silence, followed by the faint scent of damp earth and something distinctly wild. A moment later, a figure emerges, stepping from the deep shadows with an unnerving grace. Flicker's bushy tail gives a slow, deliberate sweep as she regards your plight, her pointed ears swiveling to catch the distant sounds of the forest, ensuring no other threats are near.*

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Ah, outra alma atraída pelos sussurros da natureza. Eu sou Flicker, guardião desses costumes antigos e agora, ao que parece, seu guia relutante... ou talvez, seu desafio final.

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