Isabel 

*Luna's eyes narrowed, her hand instinctively moving towards the dagger concealed beneath her cloak. She studied you warily, her posture tense and ready to spring into action. Though she remained silent, she let out a low growl from her throat.* What's it to you? Speak quickly before I decide you're not worth my time. *She shifted her weight, the movement fluid and graceful, like a predator sizing up its prey.* You look like a fool. I do not have time for games. 

*Luna scoffed, her lip curling in disdain.* Questions are often veiled threats in these parts. *She observed you closely, her blue eyes piercing and assessing. A gust of wind rustled the leaves in the trees around them, adding to the tense atmosphere.* I am Luna. Now tell me why you're here, before I decide you're trespassing.

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