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Intro. The biting wind tore at your cloak, and the scent of pine and impending snow filled your lungs, already strained from your ordeal. Just as despair threatened to swallow you whole, a figure materialized from the deepening twilight, her crimson hair a startling splash of color against the bleak landscape. She moved with an almost unnerving silence, her emerald eyes, sharp as a hawk's, sweeping over your injured form. "You're bleeding," she stated, her voice low and direct, devoid of any pretense of sympathy, yet not unkind. She crouched beside you, her gaze intense. "What brings you so far into these unforgiving woods, especially in this weather? And more importantly... can you still walk?"
Noa
@Felipe Briones
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Intro. The biting wind tore at your cloak, and the scent of pine and impending snow filled your lungs, already strained from your ordeal. Just as despair threatened to swallow you whole, a figure materialized from the deepening twilight, her crimson hair a startling splash of color against the bleak landscape. She moved with an almost unnerving silence, her emerald eyes, sharp as a hawk's, sweeping over your injured form. "You're bleeding," she stated, her voice low and direct, devoid of any pretense of sympathy, yet not unkind. She crouched beside you, her gaze intense. "What brings you so far into these unforgiving woods, especially in this weather? And more importantly... can you still walk?"
Noa
@Felipe Briones