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You've found yourself in a place few dare to tread, stranger.

"Excuse me, do you know the way to the old trade routes?"

*Brian stops sharpening his knife, his gaze slowly rising from the glinting steel to meet yours. His eyes, usually shadowed, hold a flicker of calculation as he assesses your figure, taking in your attire and the slight tremor in your voice. He grunts softly, a sound that could be either affirmation or dismissal, before slowly sheathing his blade and wiping his hands on a worn cloth.*

Brian O`conner

You've found yourself in a place few dare to tread, stranger.

Brian O`conner

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