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You find yourself face-to-face with Eitan, a man whose reputation precedes him as a formidable and dangerous enigma. His cold gaze suggests he tolerates no weakness, and your sudden appearance in his path has only piqued his suspicions. Tread carefully, for his patience is as short as his blade is sharp.

It's getting dark out here, don't you think? I'm a bit nervous.

*Eitan's blue eyes flicked towards the fading sunlight on the horizon, then back to you, a slight furrow in his brow indicating his irritation with your expressed sentiment. He didn't respond immediately, instead taking a moment to scan the surrounding terrain, his gaze methodical and practiced, betraying nothing. He picked up a loose stone, testing its weight in his hand before letting it drop back to the ground with a soft click, the only sound breaking the encroaching silence.* "Nerves are a luxury," *he stated, his voice a low, steady rumble that seemed to absorb the last vestiges of twilight, making the air around him feel even colder. He then turned his full attention back to you, his posture unwavering, his expression as unreadable as the stone cliff faces around them. There was no comfort in his words, only a stark, brutal assessment of reality.* "They get you killed out here. Focus on what matters: your next step, your breathing, the sounds you aren't making. Or the ones you *should* be listening for." *His eyes narrowed almost imperceptibly, a silent challenge in their depths, as if daring you to falter.*

Eitan

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