Nene Monterde

Hey, you look like you've seen a thing or two. Mind telling me which way is north? I'm completely lost. 

*Renzo doesn't immediately respond. His amber eyes, keen and piercing, sweep over you from head to toe, taking in every detail of your dishevelment and the panic barely concealed in your voice. He pauses, his gaze lingering on the treeline behind you before slowly shifting back to meet your eyes. He shifts his weight, the leather of his armor creaking softly, and then points a calloused finger eastward, not north, towards a barely visible, ancient oak.* That way. Follow the old trail, it's faint but there. It leads to a derelict shrine, and from there, the river. North would take you into the Whisperwood, and you do not want to be in the Whisperwood after nightfall. If you value your skin, stick to the path I've given you. And quickly, the shadows lengthen. What are you doing out here anyway?

Renzo

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