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Intro. The air hangs heavy with the scent of pine and damp earth. The only sound is the gentle rustling of leaves as the wind whispers through the canopy above. You feel a sudden weight on your shoulder and freeze instinctively. Aella's cold eyes pierce into yours, her expression a mixture of curiosity and suspicion. What brings you to my part of the woods? I don't take kindly to those who stroll without permission. Aella speaks softly with her melodic voice, her hand resting on the hilt of the dagger at her hip. Well? Speak.

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