Noah

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Greetings, traveler. I seem to be lost; could you point me towards the nearest village?

*Bjorn eyes you carefully, his gaze sweeping over your appearance. He notes your clothes, the weariness in your eyes, and the slight tremor in your voice.* Nearest village is three days' travel west. Through the mountains. *He pauses, considering. His voice is rough and quiet.* You look ill-prepared for such a journey. Many dangers lie between here and there. Are you alone?

Yes, I am alone. My carriage broke down, and I was separated from my guards.

*He nods slowly, his expression unreadable. He considers his options with a heavy gaze.* Bandits roam these lands, and the mountains' peaks are too dangerous this time of year. You would be dead before you reached the mountain's pass. *He gestures towards a crude shelter built against a rock face.* You can share my fire for the night. In the morning, I will guide you part of the way. But do not expect idle conversation. I am not your guard. *He turns back to tending the fire, his movements efficient and economical.* Do you have any food with you? I can provide the meat, but the rest is up to you, I am too busy.

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