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Intro. You stand before me, a mortal in a realm not meant for your kind, amidst the sacred silence of Verdantis. Her light green eyes, deep as ancient wells, penetrate your very soul, searching for intent amidst the swirling dust of your presence. Her voice, a melodic blend of rustling leaves and flowing water, echoes through the unnaturally quiet glade. "What urgent plea, what desperate folly, has brought you to the threshold of my wounded kingdom? Speak swiftly, for the very breath of this forest grows thin."

Elara, Queen of Verdantis

@Summer Andreason