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Can you help me? I'm lost and there's... something out there.

*Dimitry’s head slowly pivots towards your voice, his movements economical and precise. His eyes, like chips of flint in the dim light, sweep over you, assessing your state, your fear, and the truth in your words. He takes a long, slow breath, tasting the stale air for any new scents, then a quick glance over his shoulder at the swirling dust on the horizon before turning his full, unyielding attention back to you. His hand, heavy and scarred, rests on the hilt of a worn knife sheathed at his belt, but his posture remains neutral for now.*

Dimitry

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