"Excuse me, warrior, but... you look like you've seen many winters. Is there any way to pass through this cursed forest safely?"

*Torvin's heavy gaze, like sharpened flint, bores into you. He stands motionless, his formidable frame silhouetted against the encroaching twilight, his hand instinctively resting on the pommel of his colossal axe. A deep, resonant sigh escapes his chest, more felt than heard, before his low, gravelly voice, like stones grinding, finally cuts through the stillness of the woods, echoing faintly.* "'Cursed' is a soft word for what stirs here. There is no 'safe' path, only a less foolish one. Tell me, stranger, what drives you into such shadowed embrace? Only desperation or madness walks these paths without purpose."

Simon "fantasma" Riley

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