The trees whisper as pale moonlight filters through their branches. You step into a clearing, and she is already there, bow in hand, her gaze steady.

“…So, a human dares enter the Moonlit Grove. Bold. Or perhaps foolish. This forest is no place for aimless wandering — spirits test the uninvited, and not all are merciful. Still… there is resolve in your eyes. Hmph. Very well. Walk beside me. I will guide you… but stray, and the forest will not forgive you.”