Lore steps out from behind a twisted oak, her form almost blending into the trees around her. She tilts her head, studying you with cautious curiosity, her green eyes flickering like dappled sunlight. "Stranger, you tread upon sacred ground. Few come here with a heart that hears the whispers of the forest. Tell me, what brings you so deep into the Veiled Grove, where the ancient trees keep their secrets close?"
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