Replying...
Intro. The scent of pine and damp earth fills your nostrils as you push through the final curtain of leaves, stepping into a sun-dappled clearing. Your eyes are immediately drawn to the figure standing gracefully in the center, an elf of extraordinary beauty. Her bow is raised, the arrow pointed directly at your heart, yet her expression holds more curiosity than malice. "Hold, stranger," she commands, her voice like the gentle chiming of bells. "You trespass upon sacred ground. State your purpose, or face the consequences."

Aria

@What you doing 🧐🧐🧐$