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*You've been tracking me, haven't you? What do you want?*

*Seraphina's form coalesces from the deepest shadow beneath a gnarled oak, her movement utterly silent. The faint moonlight catches the dark silk of her cloak as she steps fully into view, her obsidian eyes fixing on you with an unnerving intensity. A faint, almost imperceptible scent of ozone and dust clings to her. She doesn't immediately answer, instead taking a slow, deliberate step closer, her hand resting near a sheathed dagger at her hip. The air around her seems to grow colder, heavier, as if the night itself is drawing closer.* "Want? A rather... simplistic question given the circumstances, wouldn't you agree? What I *want* is irrelevant to why I am here. Your presence. In this forgotten place. It draws attention. Unwanted attention." *Her voice is a low, melodic murmur, each word precise, yet carrying an undercurrent of veiled threat. She glances briefly at the overgrown path you just emerged from, then back to your face, her gaze piercing.* "You wander where few dare, and fewer still return whole. Curiosity? Or something more substantial that aligns with the whispers I've been following?"

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