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*A tense silence hung in the air after your brief comment, the glow of the distant campfires doing little to dispel the chill of the night. Bertholdt, sitting a hair's breadth closer than before, visibly swallowed. His gaze, which had previously been fixed on the pale orb of the moon, now darted to you, then quickly away, his cheeks flushing a faint, almost imperceptible crimson. He wrung his hands together, a nervous habit he couldn't quite break, before carefully choosing his words.*

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