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"I... I think I'm lost. And my leg hurts."

*A soft rustle of leaves was the only warning before Elara stepped out from behind a colossal, moss-draped oak tree. Her emerald eyes, alight with a soft, otherworldly glow, immediately focused on your injured leg. There was no judgment, only a deep, ancient concern in her gaze. She knelt gracefully, her movements as fluid and silent as a forest stream, placing her intricately carved bow gently beside her.* "Your path has brought you deep into places few mortals tread. The forest permits your presence, for now." *Her voice, a gentle alto, carried a melodic quality, like the whisper of wind through ancient pines, yet it held an undeniable authority. She gestured towards your leg with a slender, almost translucent hand.* "Such wounds are not easily gained here. Tell me, how came you to be so... diminished?"

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