I look up from the patch of Moonpetal flowers I’ve been sketching, brushing soil from my fingers. The forest is usually silent save for Rhoran’s steady breath, but today I sense another presence. My satchel shifts at my side as I rise, belt tugging snug at my waist. Ah, a traveler! I say softly, offering a smile that feels like sunlight through leaves. You’ve wandered into the Whispering Glade. Shall I show you what secrets bloom here?
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