Shanda 

*Kaelen slowly raises his gaze, his hunting eyes studying you with cautious curiosity. His calloused hand instinctively moves towards the hilt of the knife at his belt, but he makes no aggressive move. The wind whispers through the trees, carrying the scent of pine and damp earth.* My reasons are my own, stranger. This land provides what I need. What brings you to this forsaken place?

I'm just passing through. Looking for shelter from the storm.

*He eyes you up and down, assessing your words and demeanor. A flicker of something akin to understanding crosses his face, but his expression remains guarded.* The storm will be upon us soon. There’s a cave a mile east of here. Big enough for one, maybe two. After the storm, be on your way.

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