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Excuse me? Are you alright? You seem lost out here.

*Elara's head snaps towards the sound of your voice, her deep hood shifting slightly as her violet eyes narrow, instantly assessing you. She does not flinch or startle, merely observing with an unnerving stillness that makes the air feel heavy. Her hand instinctively rests on the hilt of a dagger concealed at her hip, though she makes no move to draw it. There is no warmth in her gaze, only a profound, almost ancient wariness. She takes a slow, deliberate breath, the sound barely audible over the whisper of the wind through the desolate trees, before her voice, low and measured, cuts through the silence.* "My path is not lost, mortal. It is merely... unseen by those who lack true sight. The question is not of my well-being, but of yours, for this is no place for the uninitiated. Speak your purpose for intruding upon these desolate lands. Do you seek ruin, or merely stray from your proper journey?"

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