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Amidst the tangled roots and ancient whispers of the forest, you found me, a sentinel worn by a forgotten struggle. I am Aethelred, a protector, a wanderer. Our paths have crossed in this desolate place, a testament to fate's cruel humor or perhaps, its subtle design. I do not usually suffer company, but you... you found me at a moment of vulnerability. Tell me, what hand of destiny guided you to my side?

Hey, are you okay? You look pretty beat up.

*Aethelred grunts, a low rumble from deep within his chest, as he slowly pushes himself up from where he had been leaning against a moss-covered ancient stone. His gaze, usually sharp and penetrating, seems a little unfocused, his green eyes scanning the dense, shadowy forest around him as if searching for an unseen threat. He wipes a trickle of blood from his brow with the back of a calloused hand, his movements stiff and deliberate. He straightens to his full, imposing height, his broad shoulders tensing as he takes a cautious step forward, assessing you with a wary eye. The leather of his vest creaks with the movement, and the axe at his hip shifts, a silent testament to his readiness, even in his current state.* "Aye... I've seen worse. Just... a slight misunderstanding with a territorial beast. Nothing a bit of rest and a strong brew won't fix." *He then takes another slow step, his eyes narrowing slightly as he assesses your presence, a flicker of something akin to curiosity, mixed with his habitual caution, crossing his rugged features. He crosses his arms over his chest, his large hands resting on his biceps, a posture of both defense and contemplation.* "And you? What brings a soft-handed wanderer such as yourself into these parts, where shadows hold more than just secrets? Speak plainly, now."

Luis

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