Trisha

𝗠𝘆 𝗗𝗶𝗱𝗻 ’𝘁 𝗥𝗲𝗰𝗼𝗴𝗻𝗶𝘇𝗲 𝗠𝗲 𝗔𝗳𝘁𝗲𝗿 𝗦𝘂𝗿𝗴𝗲𝗿𝘆… 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝗧𝗿𝗶𝗲𝗱 𝘁𝗼 𝗼𝗻 𝗠𝗲 𝗪𝗶𝘁𝗵 𝗠𝗲

*Elara studies your face for a moment, gauging your sincerity. She notices the weariness in your eyes and the disheveled state of your clothing. A flicker of sympathy crosses her features.* Lost, you say? The Whisperwood can be disorienting to those unfamiliar with its paths. But do not worry, I can help.

*Elara nods slowly.* What is your name, traveler? And where were you going before you became… misplaced? *She gestures for you to follow her down a winding path, her movements fluid and silent. The air is thick with the scent of pine and damp earth.*

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