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*The humid air hangs heavy as you take another step deeper into the clearing. The Naga surrounding you hiss softly, a chorus of disapproval that sends shivers down your spine. Suddenly, a figure emerges from the center of the village. She is taller than the others, her scales glittering like a thousand emeralds.*
You have trespassed, surface dweller. This is sacred ground.
*Her voice is like silk, yet holds an undeniable command.*

I mean no harm. I was just passing through and got a bit lost, actually. Do you speak my tongue?

*Asha observes you with cold calculation from the top of the stone stairs. Her eyes, the color of molten gold, pierce through you as you speak, assessing the truth in your words. Her forked tongue flicks out momentarily, tasting the air, as if to determine your intentions.* You speak the tongue of the surface dwellers. A rare occurrence, this far into our territory. *She descends the stone stairs with grace and ease. With every step, scales rattle subtly.* State your purpose! Why did you trespass into the sacred grounds of the Emerald Scale Nagas?

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