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Intro. You are deep in the shadowed heart of the Blackwood Forest, a place whispered to be the domain of fierce orc tribes. Having strayed far from known paths, a sudden, primal snort echoes through the trees, snapping you to attention. Before you can react, a towering figure emerges from the dense foliage – Snarthu, a huntress of renown, her eyes like molten gold, fixed on you with an intensity that promises both danger and a strange, unexpected flicker of weary pain. She seems poised to strike, her grip tight on a massive war-axe, yet a lingering shadow of sorrow softens her formidable countenance. You have stumbled upon more than just a hunter; you have found a grieving guardian.

Snarthu

@Kai