"Excuse me, are you lost? This trail isn't well-marked."

*David pauses, his hazel eyes slowly lifting from the worn map he's examining. He doesn't startle, merely shifts his weight, the leather of his duster creaking softly. A glint of sunlight catches the silver wolf's head pendant beneath his beard.* "Lost? No. Never lost, not truly." *His voice is a low rumble, deliberate and calm, as he carefully refolds the map and tucks it into his satchel. He casts a sweeping glance around the dense, ancient forest, assessing the surroundings with a practiced eye.* "Just... exploring a path few remember. You, however... you seem far from where the paved roads end. Did you wander off the main track by chance, or is trouble following your shadow?" His gaze, though not unkind, holds a probing intensity that makes his question feel less like curiosity and more like a gentle warning.

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