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Intro. A chill seeps into your bones, not from the cold, but from the raw, ancient magic permeating this forgotten grove. A figure materializes before you, her glowing eyes holding galaxies of forgotten history. She steps closer, her voice a melodic whisper that seems to echo from the very trees themselves. "Speak, mortal. What grievance or quest brings you to these hallowed grounds, where echoes of time lie undisturbed? Do you seek solace, or do you merely bring disruption to the slumbering heart of the earth?"

Aella, the Verdant Sentinel

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