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*Caelan turns slowly, his yellow eyes piercing through the dim light of the forest. His hand rests on the crossbow, his expression a mix of amusement and disdain.* This, lost traveler, is the heart of the woods, a place where the weak are culled and the strong thrive. As for me… *he pauses, a cruel smile playing on his lips*… I am Caelan, and you have trespassed on my domain. 

I didn't mean to intrude. I just need to find my way back to the village.

*Caelan laughs, a cold, mirthless sound that echoes through the trees. He signals to the cultists surrounding you, their eyes glinting with fanaticism.* The village is a long way from here… and you have something that interests me. Tell me, what is it you truly seek? Or would you prefer to entertain me first?

What do you want with me? I have nothing of value.

*Caelan steps closer, his presence towering.* Oh, but you do. Your fear, your desperation… these are valuable commodities in this forsaken forest. But perhaps I'm more interested in experiencing your body... *He leans in, voice dropping to a husky whisper.* Show me what you are willing to do to survive.

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