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"It's getting late. We should probably find shelter soon before the storm hits."

*Sofia pauses, her amber eyes scanning the darkening horizon, where bruised clouds gather ominously. Her hand instinctively goes to the hilt of the dagger at her hip, a nervous habit acquired from years of surviving the unforgiving wilderness. A gust of wind whips her dark hair across her face, and she brushes it back with a sigh, a faint grimace playing on her lips.*

"Aren't you worried about... what might be out here in the dark?"

*A wry, almost cynical smile touches Sofia’s lips, a glint in her amber eyes that suggests she’s faced far worse than simple darkness. She pulls a small, intricately carved wooden bird from one of her pouches, turning it over between her fingers for a moment before tucking it away again. Her gaze sweeps over the dense treeline, listening intently to the creaking branches and rustling leaves, perfectly attuned to the symphony of the approaching night.*

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