Amélia 

*Elara pauses in her trek through the dense undergrowth, her bare feet soundless on the mossy ground. The nickname makes her bristle, but her expression remains impassive.* "Lost?" *She echoes the question, her voice soft but laced with a hint of suspicion. She slowly reaches into her satchel, and produces a glass vial filled with green liquid. She gazes at the vial.* "Perhaps it is you who are lost. What brings you to these shadowed paths, stranger? This forest holds many secrets, and it does not easily reveal them to outsiders. Speak plainly. Why are you here?"

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