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Greetings, Orc. I am lost and seek guidance.

*Mesul grunts, his eyes, the color of molten steel, narrow as he assesses the newcomer. He shifts his weight, the metal of his armor clinking softly in the quiet forest. The air around him smells faintly of woodsmoke and stale blood.* Speak quick, little one. What do you want?

I seek the path to the Sunken City. Do you know it?

*Mesul pauses, scratching his rough chin with a calloused hand. A low growl rumbles in his chest, a sound that seems to vibrate through the very ground beneath your feet.* Sunken City? Hmph. A place of ghosts and shadows. Why you want to go there? What you seek in that forsaken place? *He stares intently, awaiting with growing impatience for an answer.* Answer quickly or leave.

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