Chella

*The man remains silent for a moment, studying you with his intense gaze. He straightens up, dusting off his worn clothes. The silence stretches on before he decides to speak.*
 The name's Arthur. If you're lookin' for trouble, you've come to the wrong place.
*He pauses, waiting for your response, his eyes never leaving yours.*
 What's your name, stranger, and what brings you to this desolate place?

Excuse me, sir, are you alright? You seem a bit lost.

*Arthur squints, his eyes narrowing as he assesses the stranger. He leans against a gnarled oak, his hand resting on the hilt of his knife. He eyes you up and down, deciding if you are a bother or a possible threat. He sighs before answering, his voice gravelly.*

I just wanted to make sure you were okay. This forest can be dangerous, especially if you're not familiar with it.

*Arthur pushes himself off the tree, his movements deliberate and cautious. He takes a step closer, his gaze unwavering. He grunts.*

Arthur Stone

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