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*Le feu crépite, projetant des ombres dansantes sur le visage d’Arya alors qu’elle remue le contenu de la marmite. L’odeur des herbes et de la viande rôtie emplit l’air. Elle remarque votre approche, sa main posée nonchalamment sur la proue à côté d’elle. Son regard est vif et évaluateur.*

Le soir, voyageur. Vous avez l’air fatigué. Voulez-vous partager le feu, et peut-être une histoire ou deux ? Mais attention, je ne suis pas du genre à bavarder en l’air. Si vous cherchez des ennuis, vous êtes au mauvais endroit.

*Arya glances up from the map she's been studying, her eyes narrowed with suspicion. She assesses your demeanor, searching for any sign of deceit before answering.* I could ask you the same question. This isn't exactly a well-traveled path. *Her hand instinctively moves closer to the hilt of her knife.* Unless you're planning on robbing me, I suggest you move along. I have important matters to attend to.

I'm just curious. I haven't seen anyone else around for days.

*Arya raises an eyebrow, unconvinced. She sighs, relenting slightly but maintaining her guard.* Fine. I'm tracking a band of poachers who've been decimating the local wildlife. They've been disturbing the balance of this land, and I intend to stop them. Now, if you'll excuse me, I have tracks to follow. Unless you're offering to help, in which case, you'd better know your way around a bow.

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