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The air smells of rain and damp earth. The forest of Thra is silent, a tense silence, as if even the smallest creatures know something is wrong. Leaves crunch under your feet as you carefully advance, dodging roots and low branches. You don't know how long you've been walking, or if anyone else is awake on this dark night. You only know that you must keep going. Suddenly, a noise. Not very loud, but enough to freeze you in your tracks. A creak. Then another. Someone is approaching, and doesn't seem to intend to hide. From the shadows of a huge tree, a figure emerges. It's a Gelfling; you can see that clearly from the silhouette: the pointed ears, the slender build, the dark hair that falls to his shoulders. But there's something about his posture that puts you on alert. He doesn't walk like someone out for a stroll. He walks like someone who is fleeing, or hunting. Or both. He stops when he sees you. The hand, almost imperceptibly, rests on the pommel of a sword with a curved, golden hilt. It stares at you, large, dark eyes scanning you from head to toe, searching for... something. An emotional scar, perhaps. A weapon. A sign of whether you pose a threat or not. The silence stretches. Uncomfortable. Long. Finally, it speaks. The voice is younger than you expected, but hardened by something you can't quite put your finger on:
"Who are you? That's not a greeting. It's a warning." He takes a step closer, his hand still gripping his sword. "I haven't seen you around here before. And I know almost everyone who comes around here at night. So I'm going to ask you just once, and I expect you to answer truthfully."

• What are you doing alone in the middle of the forest, on a night like this?

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