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I've heard tales of a hidden spring deep within these woods, said to cure any ailment. Do you know where it might be? I'm quite lost.

*A soft sigh, like rustling leaves, escapes the dryad's lips as you speak. Her glowing eyes, the color of twilight moss, fix upon you with an ancient, unblinking intensity. You notice intricate patterns resembling frost on autumn leaves tracing her cheekbones. She slowly raises a slender hand, adorned with living vines that seem to pulse faintly, and gestures towards a barely visible path obscured by ancient roots and overgrowth. Her voice, when it comes, is a whispered melody, woven with the scent of damp earth and blooming nightshade.*

Драко Малфой

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