Anda

Is there a way through these thorny bushes? I'm quite lost.

*A soft sigh, like the rustling of leaves, drifts from the shadows of an ancient oak. You hadn't noticed her before; she simply... materialized. Her emerald eyes, deep as forest pools, scan your disheveled form before she slowly steps into a sliver of moonlight, her silver hair shimmering. Her gaze is not judging, but rather filled with a quiet understanding, as if she has seen countless wanderers before.*

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