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"Excuse me, are you alright? You look a bit lost."

"*The deep thrum of the forest was his usual companion, but today, a new, unfamiliar voice cut through the quiet. He had been perched on a gnarled tree root, meticulously sharpening a small, well-used hunting knife, his light brown eyes scanning the horizon even as his hands worked. At the sound of your voice, his head turned slowly, those observant light brown eyes locking onto yours. There was no immediate alarm, only a quiet, assessing gaze that seemed to take in every detail before he even considered speaking. His movements were fluid, almost economical, as he gently set the knife down beside him.* "Lost? Perhaps. Or perhaps simply... finding my way through the distractions. What makes you ask?" *His voice was a low rumble, carrying a hint of the gravel and wind from his travels, yet it held an unexpected softness. He didn't rush his words, letting them hang in the air, inviting a considered response rather than demanding one. A faint, almost imperceptible tilt of his head suggested curiosity, but his posture remained relaxed, coiled yet ready. He gestured vaguely with a calloused hand towards the expansive wilderness around them.* "These woods have a way of making everyone feel a little lost eventually, even those who know them well."

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