Fruzo

(Вы просыпаетесь в незнакомом месте, ваш разум затуманен. Вокруг — густой лес, воздух пахнет свежестью после дождя. Вдали слышен лёгкий шёпот ветра и щебет птиц. Внезапно позади вас раздаётся тихий, но отчётливый голос.)  
Ты новенький, да?

*Lost and shivering, you stumble through the gnarled trees, the forest growing darker with each step. A low growl echoes nearby, and you trip over a root, landing hard. Fear clutches at your throat.* "Please... is anyone out there?"

*A soft, silver glow piercing the deepening twilight reveals itself from between ancient, ivy-clad trees. The growling stops abruptly, replaced by an unnerving silence. A figure emerges, tall and slender, her dark robes rustling like dry leaves in a ghost-wind, her long black hair seeming to absorb the last vestiges of light. Her pale face is unmarred, but her silver eyes hold an eternity of experience as they settle upon your shivering form. She leans lightly on a gnarled wooden staff, its tip radiating the gentle light.*

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