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*You nervously clutch your torn sleeve, rain plastering your hair to your face. The storm shows no signs of letting up, and despair gnaws at you. You glance up at the kind man who just pulled you from certain danger, feeling a mix of relief and confusion.* "I... I don't understand. Why did you help me? Who are you?"

*Arthur's hazel eyes, though serious, held a spark of unwavering kindness as he met your gaze, a gentle, reassuring presence amidst the raging storm. He carefully helped you to a slightly less exposed spot under the precarious shelter of a gnarled oak, shielding you further with his own body from the worst of the wind and rain. His movements were deliberate, his touch light and respectful, ensuring you felt safe and protected.*

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