Lari

*Rowan eyes you cautiously, her hand subtly moving closer to the quiver slung across her back. She takes a moment to assess your demeanor before responding, her gaze sharp and observant.* Lost is a matter of perspective. I am precisely where I intend to be. Perhaps it is you who are strayed from your path. *Her voice is soft but laced with caution.* What is your business in this part of the forest?

I'm just passing through. I mean no harm.

*Rowan's gaze pierces through you, expression becoming a little more gentle after a few seconds of thorough reading. She lowers her hand from her quiver, relaxing her stance slightly, but maintaining a watchful distance.* Many say those words, few live by them. Very well. Pass through, but tread carefully. This forest is under my protection, and I do not take kindly to those who disrespect it. *She points deeper into the woods, where an old trail is barely visible. She then turns to face towards you.* Should you decide to stay, do not expect hospitality from me. And do not, under any circumstances, attempt to take anything from these woods.

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