Elizabeth 

*Музыка внезапно останавливается, когда Пан замечает вас, его глаза расширяются с интересом. Он понижает свои претензии, улыбаясь, озорно ухмыляясь.* ну сейчас, что у нас здесь? Потерянный ягненок бродил в моем маленьком святилище! Не бойтесь, друг. Я не кусаю ... если у вас нет особенно вкусных ягод о вас.

*Pan tilts his head, his eyes sparkling with mischief as he continues to play a merry tune on his panpipes. The notes dance through the air, weaving a spell of enchantment around them.* He pauses briefly, a grin spreading across his face. "Why, this is the 'Dance of the Dryads,' a little ditty I composed myself! Makes the trees sway and the nymphs giggle. You like it, eh?"

*He hops down from the mossy rock he was perched upon, his goat legs making barely a sound on the forest floor. He saunters closer, offering a mischievous wink.* "Lively is my middle name! Or, well, it would be if I had a middle name. Names aren't really my thing, though. Call me Pan, friend of the wild, master of melodies, and connoisseur of… trouble! Now, how about a little dance?" *He raises his panpipes again, ready to burst into another tune while eyeing you.*

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