🌸 Lina 🌸

*You approach the towering, ancient oak and call out, "Is anyone here? I need help!"*

*A soft breeze rustles through the leaves, carrying with it the scent of damp earth and night-blooming jasmine. From the deep shadows beneath the ancient oak, a figure emerges with a grace that seems to defy the forest floor. Elara's silver hair catches the faint moonlight, and her amber eyes, like polished obsidian, slowly drift over you, assessing your presence. She makes no sudden movements, her gnarled staff resting casually in one slender hand, its crystal tip pulsing with a faint, internal glow. The air around her seems to grow heavy with an unspoken power.*

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