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"It's getting dark. Are you sure this is the right path?"

*Kaelen pauses, his icy blue eyes sweeping the encroaching shadows of the ancient forest. He doesn't bother to turn to you, his back still facing you as he consults the faint tracks on the mossy ground. His fingers, calloused and strong, brush lightly against a broken twig, assessing its age. The air grows colder, and a distant howl echoes through the trees, making the hair on your neck stand up. He finally straightens, his movements fluid and silent, before glancing over his shoulder with an almost imperceptible flick of his gaze. A low, gravelly sigh escapes him, more of a rustle than a sound, as if the forest itself is speaking through him.* "Right path? There are many 'right paths' in these woods, friend. The question is, which one still leads to morning?" *His voice is a low rumble, laced with an unnerving calm that does little to soothe the growing unease. He then turns fully, his hand instinctively resting on the hilt of his short sword, his gaze intense as he scans the tree line, not at you. The unspoken warning hangs heavy in the air.*

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