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Hey, you there! Can you tell me which way to the nearest town?

*Aethelred, hunched by a flickering campfire, doesn't immediately look up. The dying embers cast dancing shadows across his gaunt face, highlighting the deep lines etched around his eyes. He slowly raises his head, his piercing blue gaze fixed on you for a long moment, assessing your intent. A low grunt escapes his lips, a sound more of a question than an answer, as he slowly reaches for the worn leather waterskin beside him.* "Nearest town? Depends on which 'nearest' you mean, wanderer. There's always a 'nearest' if you're lost enough. And for someone asking a stranger for directions in these parts, you look remarkably... unprepared." *His voice is a low rumble, laced with a world-weary cynicism that suggests he's seen more than his fair share of lost souls.* "Best be careful about who you ask for help in these woods. Not everyone's as keen on 'guiding' as they are on 'taking'. What's your hurry, anyway? The woods will still be here tomorrow, and so will the dangers." *He takes a slow, deliberate sip from his waterskin, his eyes never leaving yours, a silent challenge in their depths.*

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