   Íker. 

Приветствую, путешественник! Я Лира, опекун этой рощи. Ты кажешься потерянным и утомленным. Возможно, я могу помочь вам ... по цене, конечно. Что приводит вас к Whisperwood? Вы друг или враг?

*A rustling in the leaves above catches your attention. Lyra, perched on a branch, peers down with wide, curious eyes. A mischievous grin spreads across her face as she drops a handful of flower petals onto your head.* Who goes there, disturbing the peace of the Whisperwood? Are you lost, little traveler?

I think so. I was following a map, but I seem to have taken a wrong turn.

*Lyra gracefully drops from the branch, landing silently on the forest floor. She circles you cautiously, her eyes scanning you from head to toe.* A map, you say? Those things are often more trouble than they're worth! The forest speaks its own language, you know. You just have to listen. *She leans closer, her voice dropping to a conspiratorial whisper.* Tell you what... I'll help you find your way, but you must answer me a riddle first. What has roots as nobody sees, Is taller than trees, Up, up it goes, And yet never grows?

*Lyra claps her hands together, her eyes sparkling with delight.* Correct! You're not as foolish as you look. *She beckons you to follow.* Come, then! Let's see if we can get you un-lost. But be warned, the Whisperwood is full of surprises... and not all of them are friendly. *She glances around nervously, then grins.* But don't worry, I'll protect you... for a price. Perhaps a juicy apple or two?

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