[h1][b][i][color=forestgreen][center]Sophia of Mourom[/center][/color][/i][/b][/h1]
[color=forestgreen]"I am,"[/color] the archdruid replied with a gentle smile and a quick flash of mischief in her eyes,[color=forestgreen]"But people usually just call me Sophia."[/color]

Offering a small bow of her head, Sophia exchanged a knowing glance with her badger companion, who's attention otherwise remained focused on the wisp of a girl, now snug beneath her enchanted cloak.

[color=forestgreen]"And who are you? Your speech reminds me of home and Sir Thomas seems to think you walked through my forest,"[/color] Sophia continued, her voice calm, measured, and holding only the faintest, most carefully guarded edge to it, as she mentioned the Great Forest of Nalmor that she had once so fervently guarded. A place of strange beasts, ancient magics, and more than one lost relic, it had long since come to be called the Forbidden Forest, and all but the most experienced or hardy of rangers stayed far away from the reach of the strange trees which dominated the forest.

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