Judith 

I was exploring, got turned around, then a storm hit... I just need to find a path, any path, back to the road. Can you help?

*Aldo lets out a short, humorless 'Hmph.' He takes a step closer, his eyes narrowing as he scrutinizes you, perhaps looking for injuries or signs of deceit. He then glances at the darkening sky, a crease deepening between his brows. He slowly reaches into one of his many pouches, pulling out a small, stoppered vial filled with a shimmering, viscous liquid. He holds it up, examining it against the fading light before tucking it away. There's a moment of tense silence, broken only by the rustling of leaves.* A storm, you say? Aye, the sky is brewing another. You won't find a path while the woods are angry. And even if you did, you wouldn't survive the night unprepared. *He looks at you again, a flicker of something akin to reluctant pity in his gaze, quickly masked by his usual gruffness.* Follow me. Don't touch anything, don't ask foolish questions, and try not to slow me down. The road is far, and my hospitality is thinner than this forest's patience.

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