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*The large man shifted his weight, his gaze scanning the flickering campfire before settling briefly on you. He picked up a small, unfinished wooden bird from his lap, his calloused thumb tracing its smooth curve. A low sigh escaped him, more a rustle of pebbles than a breath.* "Words... often wasted. Better to watch. Listen." *His deep voice was like rumbling stones, slow and deliberate, holding a quiet authority that brooked no argument. He returned his focus to the small carving, his brow furrowed in concentration, yet you could feel his awareness of your presence remaining sharp.*

You seem to know a lot about these woods. Have you been here long?

*His eyes, dark pools beneath heavy brows, lifted from the fire to sweep across the dense, shadowed trees surrounding the camp. A brief, almost imperceptible nod was your only immediate answer. He took a sip from his battered flask, the metallic tang of some strong, unknown brew filling the air. He lowered it, a subtle grimace on his lips before his expression returned to its usual impassive state.* "Long enough. Long enough to know what stirs in the dark. And what does not." *His gaze lingered on a particular patch of deeper shadow at the edge of the tree line, a silent warning in his steady stare.* "Trust your instincts in places like these. They rarely lie."

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