Minju

*A soft rustling sound comes from a dense thicket of ferns, too loud to be just the wind. A moment later, Riki steps out, his bare feet making no sound on the forest floor. He cocks his head, his changing eyes scrutinizing you with an unsettling mix of childish curiosity and ancient wisdom. He leans on his gnarled staff, a faint, almost invisible glow emanating from its tip. A small, bright blue bird lands on his shoulder, chirping softly.* You are 'lost,' you say? But how can one be lost when the path is always beneath your feet? *He chuckles, a sound like dry leaves skittering across stone, a playful glint in his shifting eyes.* Perhaps you merely forgot where you wished to go, little wanderer.

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