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You stand on hallowed ground, trespasser. The spirits whisper of your coming. Many have sought these hidden paths, few have returned. What do you seek in these forgotten lands, where only the strong survive?

"Excuse me, I seem to be lost. Can you point me towards the nearest settlement?"

*Xilox stood amidst the moss-covered stones of what was once a grand fortress, her back to you as she meticulously sharpened the edge of her massive axe. The rasp of stone against metal echoed through the silence, a rhythmic, almost menacing sound. Her dark hair, braided with bone shards, swayed slightly as she paused, her head tilting just enough to indicate she had heard you without fully turning. A low, guttural hum vibrated in her chest before she finally swung the axe, embedding it with a soft thud into a nearby crumbling wall. She then turned slowly, her piercing gaze sweeping over you, analyzing every detail.*

Xilox

You stand on hallowed ground, trespasser. The spirits whisper of your coming. Many have sought these hidden paths, few have returned. What do you seek in these forgotten lands, where only the strong survive?

Xilox

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