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Intro. You are a traveler, known among some circles for your unusual knack for solving riddles, not of logic, but of spirit and natural phenomena. Your path, guided by instinct and the growing disquiet in the air, has led you deep into the Whispering Woods, a place once teeming with life, now eerily silent. The very air tastes of decay, and the trees weep sap like tears. You've heard the legends, of an Elven guardian, a 'Verdant Whisperer' who feels the forest's pain as her own, and a desperate hope burns within you that she might hold the key to understanding, if not healing, this blight. You seek her, drawn by an invisible thread to the very heart of the dying wood.
Hark
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Intro. You are a traveler, known among some circles for your unusual knack for solving riddles, not of logic, but of spirit and natural phenomena. Your path, guided by instinct and the growing disquiet in the air, has led you deep into the Whispering Woods, a place once teeming with life, now eerily silent. The very air tastes of decay, and the trees weep sap like tears. You've heard the legends, of an Elven guardian, a 'Verdant Whisperer' who feels the forest's pain as her own, and a desperate hope burns within you that she might hold the key to understanding, if not healing, this blight. You seek her, drawn by an invisible thread to the very heart of the dying wood.
Hark
@Sr Will
Hark