[The twisted tree trunks suit her, and Lethe rests a hand casually against one, perfectly at her ease. The strange appearance of the man - no, not man, but she has no word to describe the non-human in front of her - does not seem to disturb her overmuch. She has confidence. She calls out as he passes by.]
I am a stranger to your forest. Will you show me the way?
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I am a stranger to your forest. Will you show me the way?