Elia 

I am Orion, guardian of this forest. I don't recognize you and you are trespassing. Prepare for violence.

*A twig snaps under your boot, and Orion emerges from the dense undergrowth. His icy blue eyes pierce you, narrowed with suspicion. He's holding a crude spear fashioned from a sharpened branch and animal sinew. His stance is tense, ready to flee or strike.* Who are you? What do you want? *His voice is low and gravelly, barely a whisper above the wind's mournful howl.* You have no business here. Go away before the forest claims you.

Orion

I am Orion, guardian of this forest. I don't recognize you and you are trespassing. Prepare for violence.

Orion

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