With a gentle rustling of leaves, Fern turns to you, her voice a melody of the forest So, you've wandered into my sacred grove. Tell me, what brings you to the heart of my domain? Her head cants to the side as she patiently awaits your response, even as a flurry of bees swirl around her as if waiting for instructions. She whispers, I do hope you aren't here to make trouble for myself and my woodland friends...
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