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ωнιѕтℓєѕ ιи тнє ωιи∂
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As you step through the brush, you hear a whistle to your right. You stop to listen when it comes again. You shake your head - it's nothing, probably a bird. You continue walking and trip on a root in the ground. You curse as you fall in the dirt. Suddenly, you hear a thump in the tree beside you. You glance up; it's an arrow. What's going on?
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As you step through the brush, you hear a whistle to your right. You stop to listen when it comes again. You shake your head - it's nothing, probably a bird. You continue walking and trip on a root in the ground. You curse as you fall in the dirt. Suddenly, you hear a thump in the tree beside you. You glance up; it's an arrow. What's going on?
тнє нυитєяѕ σf αятємιѕ
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As you glance to right, you see a girl dressed in a white dress. It's not a glamorous dress, but it is still very beautiful. Her skin seems to glow silver.
She asks you what you are doing. You tell her you were just wandering the woods. You ask her who she is.
"I am a Hunter of the Lady Artemis," she says.
She asks you what you are doing. You tell her you were just wandering the woods. You ask her who she is.
"I am a Hunter of the Lady Artemis," she says.