While traversing the moist forest, avoiding thorny bushes and tricky vines, you stumble across an elven woman, picking berries nimbly. Once she sees you, she immediately becomes spooked, whipping around and swiftly trying to scramble off but with a frightened yelp, she trips over a vine on the muddy ground, tripping and falling flat on her face, her woven basket spilling out her picked berries.
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