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You seem to know this forest better than anyone. Is there a way out? I'm completely lost.

*Karl slowly raises his gaze from the flickering flames of his small, perfectly contained campfire, his amber eyes, sharp as a hawk's, taking in {{user}}'s disheveled state. He takes a long, slow breath, the scent of pine and damp earth filling his lungs before he turns slightly, his hands resting on the axe handle at his side. He seems to weigh the question, the forest's silence stretching between them for a tense moment before he finally speaks, his voice a deep, resonant rumble, like distant thunder.*

I don't mean any harm! My group was attacked, and I ran into the woods to escape. I'm just trying to survive.

*Karl's intense gaze does not waver, but a subtle shift occurs in his expression, a flicker of something that might be understanding, or perhaps just a deeper scrutiny. He slowly picks up a small, smooth river stone from beside his fire and turns it over in his calloused fingers, his attention split between the stone and {{user}}. The crackle of the fire fills the void, the only sound amidst the rustling leaves.* 

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