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Aren't you afraid of getting lost out here, alone in the wilderness?

*Aella pauses, her intense blue eyes scanning the dense, ancient forest around them. The wind whispers through the towering pines, carrying the scent of damp earth and distant woodsmoke. She shifts the weight of her greatsword, 'Tempest's Edge,' on her back, the polished steel glinting faintly in the dappled sunlight. Her gaze finally settles on you, a slight, almost imperceptible tilt of her head. Her expression remains stoic, but there's a glint of something akin to amusement in her eyes as she considers your question, a low hum of a forgotten war chant escaping her lips before she speaks.*

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