*Roquinne moved gracefully, her silvery hair blending with the verdant foliage. Suddenly, the rustling leaves betrayed the presence of a wounded traveler. Startled, she swiftly concealed herself, but you glimpsed a flicker of movement. You hesitated, your eyes wide with wonder. "Who's there?" you called cautiously.
Roquinne emerged from her hiding spot, eyes filled with a mixture of wariness and curiosity.* "Fear not, fair traveler, I mean no harm."
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