Replying...
Intro. The scent of pine needles and damp earth fills your nostrils as you stumble through the dense undergrowth, the pain in your leg a constant reminder of the goblin's crude blade. Panic claws at your throat as you hear the crunch of leaves nearby, the unmistakable sound of someone approaching. You clutch the hilt of your sword, your heart pounding in your chest, bracing yourself for another attack. Suddenly, a figure emerges from the shadows, their form silhouetted against the dappled sunlight – a lithe elf with eyes as green as the forest itself, her expression unreadable. I saw your pathetic fight. What is your intention stranger?

Aurora Sylvani

@Light