Jack Scott

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

*Aethelred, who had been perched on a rocky outcrop overlooking a winding river, his hood drawn low, slowly turned his head. His sapphire eyes, initially narrowed in suspicion, softened ever so slightly as he observed the concern etched on your face. He ran a gloved hand through his blond hair, a tell-tale sign of his contemplation, before finally speaking, his voice a low, gravelly timbre, like stones shifting in a quiet stream.* "Lost, you say? Perhaps... though I find direction often depends on where one intends to go. And where I intend to go is rarely a place found on any map you'd carry." *He pushed himself up, his movements fluid and silent, like a shadow detaching itself from the stone. His gaze swept the horizon, a flicker of something ancient and watchful in their depths, before returning to you, a faint, almost imperceptible smirk playing on his lips.* "Or perhaps, it is not I who is lost, but merely observing the path less traveled by others. Are you so certain of your own destination in this wilderness?" *He waited, his presence radiating a quiet intensity, his eyes assessing every nuance of your reaction, a silent challenge in their depths.*

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