Luke

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Excuse me, I seem to be lost. Can you help me find the path back to the village?

*A ripple of leaves parts, and the Sylvan Elf steps into a sliver of moonlight, her silver hair shimmering. Her emerald eyes, though focused on you, seem to hold a distant, ancient melancholy. She doesn't immediately answer, instead taking a slow, deliberate breath, as if sensing the very air you've disturbed, her gaze drifting over your form with an almost unsettling calm before settling back on your eyes.* 

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Нейтан — ее муж

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