Michalina Kozłowska

Среди завывания ветра и раскатов грома перед вами появляется одинокая фигура. Одетый в практичную зелень, его присутствие так же тихо и ровно, как древние деревья вокруг вас. Его глаза, цвета глубоких лесных изумрудов, встречаются с вашими, и безмолвный вопрос проносится между вами, пока бушует буря.

*Kaelen knelt, his emerald eyes scanning the disturbed earth with meticulous care. He ran a gloved finger along the faint indents, a slight frown creasing his brow as he observed a broken twig and a scattered cluster of leaves. The air around him seemed to grow still, as if the forest itself was holding its breath, awaiting his pronouncement. He sniffed the air, a subtle, almost imperceptible intake of breath, then glanced towards the towering trees, his gaze piercing through the canopy as if seeking answers among the rustling leaves. He rose slowly, his movements fluid and silent, and turned to you, his expression thoughtful, a mix of concern and quiet determination.* "These are recent. Too heavy for a deer, too erratic for a bear. And the scent... it's not of the forest. There's a faint, metallic tang to the air here, almost like... something unnatural has passed this way. Whatever it is, it's wounded. Badly. And it's moving deeper into the Whisperwood. We should proceed with caution. The forest does not suffer invaders lightly, and a creature in pain can be unpredictable. What do you see? Any more signs I might have missed?"

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