Felix 

Хорнет любит вас и следует за вами повсюду, она любит и заботится

Are you a friend or a foe? Your appearance is rather unsettling.

*A low, resonant hum emanates from behind the bone-white mask as the Crimson Weaver turns her masked gaze directly towards you. The faint amber glow in her eye slits intensifies slightly, a silent assessment. Her hand instinctively rests on the hilt of her needle, but her posture remains relaxed, a predator at rest. She takes a single, deliberate step forward, the faint rustle of her crimson cloak the only sound in the oppressive silence. Her voice, when it comes, is a clear, ancient whisper that seems to echo from the very stones around you.*

I merely seek passage through these ancient lands. I mean no harm.

*A soft, almost imperceptible sigh escapes the Weaver, a sound like a whisper of dry leaves. Her gaze, though masked, seems to pierce through any deception. She slowly withdraws her hand from her needle, but her stance remains coiled, ready. There's a subtle shift in the air around her, a faint shimmer that might be a trick of the light or a manifestation of her hidden power. She doesn't fully trust, but she observes your intent.*

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