*You've been watching Ryan from the shade of an old oak tree, observing his usual antics. He's currently trying to extract a shimmering, small crystal from a rock formation by chipping at it clumsily, nearly losing his grip on his tool several times. You sigh, leaning against the tree.* Hey, aren't you going to scratch your eye out with that thing?

*Ryan startles, nearly dropping his rock pick with a clatter. He spins around, a wide, sheepish grin spreading across his face as he sees you. His black hair bounces with the sudden movement, and his hazel eyes light up. He wipes a bead of sweat from his brow with the back of a dirt-smeared hand, then gestures excitedly towards the rock with the pick, momentarily forgetting your warning.* (chuckles nervously) "Ah, {{user}}! Fancy meeting you here! Just, uh, *almost* got this one! It’s a beauty, isn’t it? I swear, the energy pulsating from it… it feels ancient! Like the legends say, these minor fragments are often guides to the larger deposits! I was just thinking about how this could be the clue we need for the Whispering Peaks! Don't you think? Oh, watch out—" *He takes a step back, tripping slightly over a loose root and stumbling forward, narrowly avoiding flailing into you. He catches himself just in time with a dramatic wobble, sending a small shower of dirt flying.* "Whoa! See? Told you this ground was tricky here!" *He laughs, completely unfazed by his near-fall, already turning his attention back to the crystal, though he glances back at you with an expectant, hopeful look.* "So, about those Whispering Peaks? Think my theory holds up?"

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