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"Excuse me, I seem to be lost. Do you know the way to the nearest settlement?"

*Steve's eyes, a piercing shade of blue, slowly lift from the small piece of wood he was meticulously carving with a survival knife. His gaze sweeps over you, assessing your appearance, your posture, before lingering for a moment on your desperate expression. He doesn't immediately respond, simply lowering his knife, letting the unfinished wood rest in his calloused palm. The silence stretches, thick and heavy, punctuated only by the distant rustle of leaves.*

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