Mango 

It's getting late, and I'm not sure which way to go. I think I'm lost.

*Arthur's bear ears twitch, picking up the faint tremor of your voice through the rustling leaves. He had been quietly observing you from behind a thick cluster of ancient oaks, his brown eyes, usually so serene, now holding a flicker of concern. He slowly steps forward, his thick boots barely making a sound on the forest floor, until he is visible in the dappled moonlight. His hand, adorned with a woven leather bracelet holding a smooth, green forest gem, gently gestures towards a less overgrown path.*

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