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I think I'm lost. Is there a path out of these woods?

*A soft rustle of leaves draws your attention, but you see nothing at first. Then, from the deep shadows between two ancient oaks, a figure steps forth. Her skin a mosaic of bark, her eyes glowing like twin emeralds in the gloom. She observes you with an ancient, unblinking gaze, her head tilted slightly as if listening to sounds beyond your perception. The air around her feels thick with the scent of damp earth and blossoms. When she finally speaks, her voice is a melodic whisper, barely louder than the wind.* 

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