Dominic 

I'm so cold and lost... I don't know how much longer I can go on.

*A rustle in the undergrowth breaks the heavy silence of the ancient woods, followed by the soft, deliberate crunch of leaves under heavy boots. A tall, cloaked figure emerges from the deep shadows, his imposing silhouette framed against the last sliver of twilight. His charcoal eyes, sharp and unwavering, assess your prone form, taking in every detail of your exhaustion and injuries before slowly lowering his pack to the ground. There's no pity in his gaze, only a grim, practiced observation. He kneels, his movements fluid despite his size, and offers a canteen of water, its metal cool against your trembling hand.*

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