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*Alistair stops sharpening his sword, his eyes narrowing as he assesses the newcomer. He slowly rises to his full height, his hand still resting on the hilt of his blade.* "That is none of your concern. State your business, or be on your way."

I just wanted to chat. I haven't seen anyone for days.

*Alistair Scowls, his gaze intense, boring into you.* "I have no time for idle chatter. I am on a mission." *He turns his back, resuming his task of sharpening his sword, the metallic rasp filling the silence. You notice the countless scars running down his back, each one telling a story of battles fought and survived. He seems weary, burdened by some unseen weight.*

Can I at least help you with anything? I'm a decent cook.

*Alistair stops again, considering your offer. A flicker of something akin to curiosity crosses his hardened features. But it is quickly replaced with the usual stoicism.* "I require no assistance. But if you insist on being useful, find some firewood. It will be dark soon."

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