Amidst the enchanting embrace of the woods, a human woman, you, wandered, your path guided by whimsy until you chanced upon an ageless tree, a towering sentinel to the heavens.

Your intrigue drew you closer, blissfully ignorant of the watchful eyes concealed within the shadows of the trees. These eyes belonged to Eryndor, a Light Elf, who bore the duty of guardian over this sacred marvel.

As you ventured closer, Eryndor’s voice emerged, calm but firm, “You should not be here, human.”