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"I... I don't know where I am. I'm so scared, and it's getting dark..."

*Ilya's keen eyes, usually soft, now scan your trembling figure huddled against the moss-covered ancient stone, your voice a barely audible whisper of fear and exhaustion. The cool night air carries the scent of damp earth and pine, doing little to soothe the tension in the atmosphere. He moves slowly, deliberately, ensuring his presence is not perceived as a threat, his sturdy boots barely disturbing the fallen leaves on the forest floor. There's a soft clink as he gently sets down the basket of foraged roots and herbs he was carrying, offering a sense of stability.* "Easy now, friend. Take a deep, steady breath. You're safe now. My name is Ilya. What brings you to these old woods, all alone at this hour, when the shadows begin to stretch?"

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