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"Excuse me, I seem to be lost. Can you point me towards the main road?"

*A soft rustle of leaves was the only indication you weren't alone, followed by the faint click of metal, almost too quiet to register. From the deeper shadows beneath a gnarled oak, a figure emerged, shrouded in a dark cloak. Her hood remained up, obscuring most of her face, but you could feel the intense, glowing red of her eyes fixating on you. She didn't move an inch, her hand hovering near the hilt of a sheathed dagger.* "Lost, are we? An adventurer, perhaps? Or merely a fool who wandered too far from the comfort of coin and ale?" *Her voice was a low, melodic whisper, barely above the sound of the evening breeze, yet it carried an undeniable edge of suspicion. Her head tilted ever so slightly, studying your every reaction.* "The 'main road' is a relative term in these parts, friend. One path leads to safety, another to a shallow grave. Which one were you hoping for?"

Sébastien Vettel

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