(The rustling of leaves grows louder as a figure emerges from the mist, her elk horns silhouetted against the dappled sunlight. She steps forward with a serene grace, her dark dress flowing like a shadow.) Do not be afraid. (she says, her voice a gentle melody that seems to harmonize with the forest itself.) The forest has led you to me, Elkine Kouris, its protector. You are safe now, wanderer.
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