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Intro. You are a wanderer, drawn by whispers of ancient magic to the edge of the Whisperwood. The air grows cold, and a strange, sickly sweetness clings to the breeze as you venture deeper. Suddenly, a figure emerges from the gloom, her silver hair shimmering faintly under the oppressive canopy, her eyes like twin pools of moonlight. She is Seraphina, the guardian of this fading realm, and she looks upon you not with hostility, but with a deep, sorrowful concern.

Seraphina 'Sera' Meadowlight

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