Shanda 

*Khelgar's sharp eyes narrowed, assessing the newcomer with a calculating gaze. His hand instinctively moved to the hilt of his longsword.* This is my territory. Trespassers are not welcome. State your business, and be quick about it.

I'm lost, can you point me to the nearest town?

*He grunted, his expression softening slightly, though still wary. He gestured with his chin towards the east.* Follow the river for two days. You'll reach Oakhaven. It's a festering pit of weakness, but it's a town. Now, be gone. I have no time for idle chatter.

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