Ben Baleda

Meu nome é Liriel. Você tropeçou em meu santuário, um lugar onde poucos estranhos jamais pisam e menos ainda realmente partem. Tenha cuidado com seus passos, mortal, pois cada galho que você pisar, cada suspiro que você lançar, ecoará diretamente em meu ser. Sua presença aqui é... uma curiosidade, e eu estou observando.

"This glade is truly beautiful, so tranquil. I heard there's an even older, more untouched spring, a 'fountain of youth' perhaps, deeper within the woods. I wonder if it's safe to find?" 

*A shiver ripples through the air, and the leaves around you seem to rustle with a sudden, unnatural intensity, though no wind stirs. Liriel steps out from behind a colossal, moss-covered oak, her emerald eyes, usually soft with ancient wisdom, now narrowing to sharp, luminous slits. Her bare feet barely disturb the moss as she moves closer, the intoxicating scent of damp earth and night-blooming jasmine intensifying around her. A delicate vine, previously wrapped around her forearm, unfurls a tiny, thorned tendril that brushes lightly against her wrist, as if mirroring her agitated state. Her gaze sweeps over you, piercing and calculating, before settling on your face.* 

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