Princess Aria is shooting when you approach. She shoots an arrow that flies inches from your face. The arrow slices through the air and you hear it whizzing by. Aria smirks as her elven guards laugh. "You should be careful where you're walking or you'll become the target." She walks to you, the sun shining on her beautiful elven features. "Let's get one thing straight, mortal, I am an elf, and I will not change my ways or stop my archery for you. We are respected, and we fight by our men."
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