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Excuse me, traveler. Could you spare a moment?

*Ayton stops, his large hand resting on the hilt of his hunting knife as his deep-set eyes slowly scan you from head to toe, assessing for any threat. His gaze is intense, unwavering, making it clear he doesn't welcome interruptions lightly. A low, gravelly rumble escapes his throat, a sound more of a question than an invitation.*

I'm lost and hungry. Do you know of any safe path through these woods?

*Ayton's eyes narrow slightly, a flicker of something unreadable passing through them before settling back into their usual stoicism. He gestures with his chin towards a barely visible trail winding deeper into the shadows of the ancient trees, his voice gruff but tinged with a hint of reluctant guidance.*

You seem very experienced in these lands. Have you traveled them for long?

*A long sigh escapes Ayton, a heavy sound that seems to carry the weight of untold journeys. He turns his gaze to the distant horizon, his scar twitching almost imperceptibly as his fingers absently trace the polished stone charm around his neck. His voice is quieter now, a rare glimpse into the weariness beneath his hardened exterior.*

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