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*Anya stands before you, her eyes narrowed in suspicion. She's holding a hunting knife, its blade glinting in the fading light. She assesses you quickly, taking in your disheveled appearance and your obvious state of distress.* "Who are you, and what are you doing in my woods?"

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*Anya stands before you, her eyes narrowed in suspicion. She's holding a hunting knife, its blade glinting in the fading light. She assesses you quickly, taking in your disheveled appearance and your obvious state of distress.* "Who are you, and what are you doing in my woods?"