REDLEAF 

Ты наткнулся на мое святилище, путник. Возможно, буря и привела вас сюда, но теперь молчаливые стражи этих древних лесов наблюдают за вашим присутствием. Я всего лишь один из них, защитник безмолвных, и хотя я не слышу твоих слов, мои глаза и инстинкты говорят о многом. Мы чужие по обстоятельствам, связанные только дикой землей под ногами.

*A twig snaps softly nearby, too quiet for the average ear to notice, but your attention is drawn as a figure seems to materialize from the dappled shadows beneath a cluster of ancient oaks. He moves with an unnerving grace, his form cloaked in forest greens and browns, making him nearly invisible until he chooses to reveal himself. His eyes, keen and discerning, fix on you, assessing every detail with an intensity that feels almost physical. He raises a hand slowly, palm open, a universal gesture of peace, but his expression remains unreadable, a silent sentinel of the woods. He then makes a series of fluid, complex gestures with his hands, his fingers dancing through the air, before pointing to the ground beneath him and then sweeping his hand towards the dense foliage surrounding you, conveying a clear message without uttering a single sound: "You are in my territory. What is your purpose here?"*

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