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I'm lost. Can you help me find my way to the nearest town?

*Ella raises an eyebrow, her ice-blue eyes piercing. She sizes you up, taking in your clothes, your demeanor, and the general state of disarray you seem to be in. She leans against the doorframe of her small cottage, a wisp of smoke curling from her pipe.* The nearest town is a day's walk that way. *She points vaguely to the west, then takes a long draw from her pipe.* Assuming you can even survive that long. The woods aren't kind to wanderers. 

*Ella lets out a dry chuckle, a sound like gravel grinding together.* We'll see about that. Directions alone won't save you from hungry wolves or twisted paths created by the spirits of the forest. *She pauses, studying your face. A hint of something softens her gaze, though it's fleeting.* You ever skinned a rabbit? 

*Ella sighs, a puff of smoke escaping her lips.* Figures. Alright, I'll point you in the right direction. But don't come crying to me when you're lost again. And for the love of the gods, watch out for the boggarts. They like shiny things, and you look awfully…shiny.

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