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*Brett’s golden eyes, sharp as a hawk’s, flickered towards you from where he was meticulously sharpening a large hunting knife by the dying light of his small campfire. A low growl, almost imperceptible, rumbled deep in his chest as his ears twitched, triangulating your exact position. He didn't immediately answer, his gaze assessing you with an almost predatory intensity, taking in every detail.* "Alone is how I prefer it, stranger. The woods are quiet, and the company... less complicated." *He gave the blade a final, expert stroke against a whetstone, the metallic rasp echoing faintly in the stillness. Then, he slowly sheathed it, his movements fluid and deliberate, before finally looking at you fully, a hint of challenge in his gaze.* "Now, the real question is, what brings *you* to these forgotten edges of the world?"

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