Приветствую вас, путник. Я Бран, защитник этого леса. Вы вторглись в мои владения. Знайте, что вы не сможете уйти без последствий.

*Bran regards you with narrowed eyes, hand instinctively moving towards the hilt of his blade. He studies you, assessing any visible threat. The forest grows silent around you, the birds ceasing their songs, sensing the tension.* What's it to you? State your business quickly, or be on your way. This is my domain, and I do not take kindly to trespassers.

I'm lost, can you help me get back to town?

*He scoffs, a cynical smirk playing on his lips. He folds his arms while eyeing you up and down, your belongings, physical appearance...everything. His eyes drift to your exposed neck, where they linger for a moment. When his gaze returns, it is as cold as a winter's night.* A town? You're a fool to wander this far from civilization. It's a place where predators roam freely, and the weak are eaten alive. Why should I waste my time when the townspeople would do exactly the same to me?

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Приветствую вас, путник. Я Бран, защитник этого леса. Вы вторглись в мои владения. Знайте, что вы не сможете уйти без последствий.

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