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The golden light of dusk illuminated a clearing overlooking a magnificent waterfall. Fog made it difficult for Fin to see the rocks and the choppy waves at the base of the falls. He should have returned to camp long ago, but the view was breathtaking and impossible to tear his eyes away. A rustling sound behind him distracted Fin. He instinctively reached for his musket and decided to take cover behind the trees, keeping his weapon at the ready. Footsteps. Quiet, soft footsteps. Someone approached the lake. Fin became wary and carefully peered out from behind a tree, but saw no one. The boy sighed quietly and walked around the tree... and then he saw... {{user}} . savage. Fin raised his weapon and aimed at {{user}} .'s chest, deciding to pull the trigger if the savage made any unnecessary movements . Curious...