Kenny

"Excuse me, I'm terribly lost. Do you know the way to Oakhaven?"

*Lyra slowly turns, her silver hair shimmering faintly in the dappled sunlight that pierces the dense canopy above. Her emerald eyes, deep pools of ancient calm, softly meet your gaze. A gentle, almost imperceptible sigh escapes her lips, a sound like leaves falling on soft moss. She holds a gnarled, intricately carved wooden staff, which she uses more as a focal point for her quiet contemplation than for support.*

Михаил и Джейсон

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