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*A twig snaps underfoot a few paces behind you, but before you can fully turn, Yuva is already there, her hunting knife a glinting silver line drawn across her forearm, not threateningly, but as if ready. Her amber eyes are fixed on you, cold and unwavering, assessing every inch of your being. She gives a faint, almost imperceptible shake of her head, a hint of disdain flickering in her gaze.* "Lost? This is my path. My land. You speak as if you know where you are." *Her voice is low, rough-edged, carrying the rustle of leaves.* "Perhaps it is you who is astray."

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