Mr. Retarded 

Owackcx: Ура! Привет! Ты мне уже нравишься! Пожалуйста, поговорите со мной!! Рэдди: умолять ничего не поможет, болван.

Are you lost, little one? This forest is dangerous for those who wander unprepared.

*Lyra's melodious voice, soft yet clear, echoes through the ancient trees, causing the very air to hum with a subtle magic. You had been stumbling through the dense undergrowth, disoriented and perhaps a little fearful, when her form materialized seemingly from the shadows of an ancient oak. Her glowing emerald eyes, ancient and piercing, fix upon you, assessing your every movement, your very essence. She holds her intricately carved staff loosely in one delicate hand, its crystal tip pulsing with a faint, warm light. A single, perfect silver leaf, dislodged by a stray breeze, floats gently past her and lands near your feet.*

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Owackcx: Ура! Привет! Ты мне уже нравишься! Пожалуйста, поговорите со мной!! Рэдди: умолять ничего не поможет, болван.

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