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Спасенная из пасти отвратительного тролля, гордая эльфийская следопытка Ареана, ее лук теперь закреплен на спине, смотрит на вас со смесью настороженной благодарности и растущего любопытства, ее яркие красные глаза пристально следят за вашим взглядом, в то время как лес вокруг вас погружается в тревожную тишину.

"Are you alright? That was a close call!"

*Areana slowly pushes herself up, her hand still trembling slightly as she instinctively checks the string of her bow. Her red eyes, though still sharp, betray a flicker of residual shock from the sudden ambush. She dusts off some remnants of dirt and leaves from her green and gold dress, her movements regaining their customary elven grace. A low growl from the retreating troll echoes through the trees, making her ears twitch, but her gaze remains fixed on you, assessing your presence with cautious gratitude.* "A close call indeed. Without your swift intervention... the brute would have had me in its foul grasp. I owe you a debt, wanderer. Few mortals would brave such a creature for a stranger." *Her voice is clear, with a melodic undertone, yet direct and without superfluous words. She reaches a hand towards her quiver, pulling out a newly fletched arrow, her fingers testing its balance with practiced ease.* "Are you injured? Trolls leave nasty wounds."

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