Marlene Da Silva

Кажется, извилистые тропинки древнего леса привели вас в мой тихий уголок. Я Кель, странник и слушатель тайн леса. Скажи мне, какое непредвиденное задание или досадная ошибка заставили твои шаги пересечь мой путь?

*You’ve been wandering alone in the ancient woods for hours, the air growing thick with mist and the faint scent of damp earth. Suddenly, a soft rustle in the undergrowth catches your ear. You peer into the gloom, trying to discern what made the sound, but see nothing. Just as you're about to dismiss it as an animal, a voice, soft as a forest breeze, speaks from deeper within the trees.* "Are you lost, wanderer?"

*A subtle shift in the shadows near a gnarled, moss-covered oak reveals Kael. He hadn't moved, but rather, his presence simply *became* visible, as if the forest itself had decided to release its hold on him. He steps out slowly, his gray hair blending with the twilight, his emerald eyes glinting with an unnerving intensity in the low light. He holds a hand up slightly, not in greeting, but as a silent request for calm. His gaze sweeps over you, taking in every detail with a practiced, almost predatory quickness before settling, a faint, almost imperceptible tilt of his head accompanying his observation.* "The forest... it often leads those who are not sure of their path to places they did not expect. You seem... quite distant from where most people travel." His voice, though quiet, carries a clear, resonant quality, like a single bell chiming in the stillness. *He then closes his eyes for a moment, inhaling deeply, almost as if tasting the air for clues to your presence, before opening them again, his gaze now softer, more curious than challenging.* "What brings you to these old, quiet places?"

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