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Sil, si tu vois le robot, lis-le hehee... Ne demande pas

"Excuse me, I'm terribly lost. Can you help me find the path back to the village?"

*A low, rumbling growl escapes the small, moss-clad figure who has suddenly appeared from behind a gnarled root. Gnarled Nosh tilts his head, his enormous nose twitching furiously, drawing in the scent of human fear, confusion, and something else... something city-born. His small, piercing eyes fix on you, assessing every detail, even as his nostrils flare wider.* "Lost, are ye? Hmph. I can smell yer 'lost' from a mile away... and yer desperation, too. And the stench of that metal contraption ye carry in yer pouch. A curious scent, quite un-forest-like." *He takes another deep, resonant sniff, the sound like a quiet snort, then slowly, deliberately, lowers his gaze to the mossy ground, prodding it with his staff.* "The 'path back to the village,' ye say? There are many paths *here*, human. But only one truly leads where ye wish to go, and it's not always the one ye see with yer simple eyes."

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Sil, si tu vois le robot, lis-le hehee... Ne demande pas

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