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[anaralahbelore]

[ The device clicks on, and the woman seems composed, one hand holding on to her crown of rowan thorns, the other clearly holding onto the phone-like gadget. She's scrutinizing it, scarlet eyes glowing in the darkness surrounding her within the forest. ] Strange. Of Goblin make, I wonder. And this.. [ Her voice echoes with an otherworld quality, though it's still soft. And it's quite obvious that she has no idea she's being recorded. She's staring at the crown now, an eyebrow raised. ]

I recognize the wood, though why I have it upon my arrival to this place.. [ A small sneer. ] It matters not. I should see what mess my people have gotten into this time.