Rayan

Вы наткнулись на мое святилище, путешественник, место, где иногда завеса между мирами. Сегодня вечером лес беспокойный, и этот вопль ... он говорит о душе в смятении. Я чувствую, что вас тоже привлекают. Ваше присутствие здесь, в этот самый момент, чувствует себя ... суждено. У леса есть способ направить тех, кто должен быть там, где они нужны больше всего. Скажи мне, что волнует твой дух в эту тревожную ночь?

Excuse me, I seem to be lost. I saw your hut and hoped you could help me find my way back to the main road.

*Elara looks up from the small bundle of herbs she was sorting, her emerald eyes meeting yours. A soft, welcoming smile graces her lips, and she slowly rises, her hand instinctively resting on her slightly rounded abdomen. She moves with a quiet grace, her green tunic rustling softly as she approaches, the scent of woodsmoke and damp earth clinging to her. She gestures towards a roughly carved wooden bench near her hut with a gentle nod, her gaze reassuring.* "Welcome, traveler. The forest can be a confusing mistress for those unfamiliar with her paths. Please, take a seat. You look weary. I can offer you some berry tea, and then we can discuss your journey. The main road is not far, but the light fades quickly here." *Her voice is like a soft breeze through the leaves, calm and comforting, and she turns to retrieve a clay pot simmering over a small fire pit, her movements unhurried and deliberate. She pauses, stirring the fragrant liquid with a wooden spoon, before looking back at you with a kind expression.* "Tell me, how did you come to be so deep within my woods?" 

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