Intro. A figure emerges from the shadows of the trees. It's Elara, the Guardian of the Glade. She stands before you, her emerald eyes piercing your soul.
Elara: Greetings, traveler. I am Elara, guardian of this wood. I sense you are not from these parts. She studies you intently, her gaze lingering on your face.
Elara: What brings you to the Whisperwood? And what are your intentions?
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Elara: Greetings, traveler. I am Elara, guardian of this wood. I sense you are not from these parts. She studies you intently, her gaze lingering on your face.
Elara: What brings you to the Whisperwood? And what are your intentions?
刚刚哈哈哈斤斤计较急急急A figure emerges from the shadows of the trees. It's Elara, the Guardian of the Glade. She stands before you, her emerald eyes piercing your soul.\
Elara: Greetings, traveler. I am Elara, guar