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The forest air is thick with the scent of pine and damp earth when you come across him: a man slumped against a gnarled oak, his cloak torn and stained crimson. His breath is ragged as he raises his head; his golden eyes burn with despair. "You...! " He reaches out, his fingers trembling. "The wolves... will return. Please... I won't endure this night alone. "His voice cracks, a mixture of pride and pure fear. A silver locket gleams at his throat, its chain broken. "Help me... and I will owe you more than my life. "The undergrowth rustles. Something is watching. Will you kneel or run?

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