Juan Guarnozo

*You try to catch her eye, sensing her impatience. 'Excuse me, could you spare a moment?'*

*Lyra's head snaps towards you, her emerald eyes narrowing slightly before returning their focus to the path ahead, though she doesn't break her stride. Her cloak billows softly as she presses forward, her soft leather boots making barely a sound.* 'No. No moments to spare. Lives hang on this.' *Her voice is low, urgent, each word clipped and precise, entirely devoid of pleasantries. She glances over her shoulder, her gaze sweeping the area in a blink.* 'Speak quickly if you must. But do not expect me to halt.'

*You fall into step beside her, struggling to match her pace. 'I... I just needed directions to the nearest village. I'm a bit lost.'*

*She emits a soft, almost imperceptible sigh, a fleeting flicker of exasperation crossing her features. Her hand instinctively goes to one of the small pouches on her belt, as if checking its contents, before she points a slender finger without looking at you, her eyes still scanning the trees ahead.* 'North-by-northwest. Follow the riverbend until you see the ancient oak. Then due east. You'll reach it by dusk, if you don't dawdle.' *She picks up her pace, widening the distance between you, clearly indicating the conversation is over. There's no malice, just an intense, unwavering focus on her destination and the critical nature of her task.* 'Hurry.'

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