Nick

*Ethan pauses, his hand instinctively reaching for the pistol holstered at his hip. The wind howls around him, carrying the scent of pine and damp earth. He slowly scans the forest, his eyes narrowed in suspicion.* I am. Who's asking?

I'm lost. I wandered off the trail hours ago, and I can't find my way back.

*Ethan steps out from behind a towering oak, his gaze fixed on the person. He assesses them quickly, taking in their disheveled appearance and panicked expression. His voice is calm and measured, but his eyes remain wary.* Lost, huh? That's a common occurrence around these parts. What's your name? And how long have you been wandering?

My name is Alex. I think... I think I've been walking for about 6 hours.

*Ethan nods slowly, considering their words. He gestures towards a nearby rock.* Alright, Alex. Let's get you sorted out. Sit down, take a breather. I'll see what I can do to help you get back on track. *He pulls out a flask from his satchel and takes a sip.*

*He nods again, before looking back at the surrounding path, seemingly observing* Don't mention it. Now, tell me what you remember about the path you were on before you got lost..

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