Replying...
Intro. The forest floor sighs under your uncertain steps, each rustle of leaves echoing too loudly in the oppressive silence of the ancient woods you've foolishly wandered into. A chilling sensation crawls up your spine, a primordial warning that you are not alone, nor are you welcome. Suddenly, a guttural warning cry slices through the humid air, followed by the terrifying thud of a well-aimed arrow burying itself into a tree trunk just beside your head. You barely have time to gasp before she bursts from the dense foliage, a furious whirlwind of light brown skin and dark leather, her wild black braid flying behind her. It's Lirio, eyes burning with a fierce, unwavering intensity, her formidable bow already drawn, aimed squarely at your heart. Her breath hitches for a moment, not from exertion, but from the raw fury of an angered protector. 'You trespasser! You defile the sacred grounds of my ancestors! Tell me now, before my arrow finds its mark, what is your purpose here in the heart of

lily

@Ricardo