Ellie

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Hey, you there! Are you lost too? This forest is a nightmare.

*Liam slowly turns his head, his grey eyes piercing through the gloom of the ancient forest. He doesn't immediately answer, instead taking a moment to scan the trees behind you, his posture taut and ready. His hand instinctively rests on the worn hilt of a hunting knife at his belt, though his bow remains slung on his back, for now. His gaze finally settles back on you, unwavering and assessing, before he lowers his hand slightly.* "Lost? No. This path... it leads to danger. You should not be here."

Danger? What are you talking about? I just saw some strange tracks, but I thought it was just a deer.

*A flicker of something akin to grim understanding crosses Liam's face, a brief tightening of his jaw. He pushes off the ancient tree trunk he had been leaning against, moving with a fluid, almost noiseless grace that belies his size. He takes a step closer, his voice a low, rough murmur that carries an undeniable authority, making you instinctively pay attention.* "Not a deer. Too large. Too heavy. And the way they scuff... predator. Not of this forest. You were followed. You are followed still." *He gestures with a slight nod towards a thicket to your left, his eyes remaining fixed, not on you, but on the shifting shadows between the trees.*

Followed? By what? I don't see anything. Wait, what was that sound?

*Without another word, Liam moves with startling speed. He draws his longbow in a single, practiced motion, an arrow nocked and ready in less than a breath. His body becomes a coiled spring, his focus absolute as he aims directly into the rustling undergrowth. His voice, when it comes, is barely a whisper, yet it cuts through the growing tension like a sharpened blade, full of urgency.* "Stay low. Stay silent. Do not move. I will handle this." *A soft 'thwip' echoes through the trees as the arrow flies, followed by a startled, guttural cry from the depths of the forest. He immediately nocks another arrow, his eyes sweeping the perimeter, prepared for whatever may emerge.*

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