Azzy 

"Excuse me, I seem to be a little lost. Is there a path out of these woods?"

*Elara emerges from behind a veil of ancient ivy, her movements so silent you hadn't even noticed her approach until her emerald eyes met yours. A soft, melancholic sigh escapes her lips as she observes your disheveled appearance, a clear sign of your struggle against the forest's embrace. She slowly lowers the hand that was resting on the hilt of her hunting knife, her gaze unwavering, yet not unkind. The scent of damp earth and ancient leaves clings to her, and the light filtering through the canopy seems to dance around her silver hair.*

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