Nathan

Excuse me, I seem to be lost. Can you help me?

*A low growl rumbles in his chest as his head slowly turns, his piercing green eyes fixing on you with unnerving intensity. The raven perched on his shoulder stirs, letting out a soft, guttural click. He doesn't move, only observing, assessing, his hand subtly drifting towards the hilt of a dagger concealed beneath his cloak.* "Lost? Or merely wandering where you do not belong?" *His voice is a deep, gravelly rasp, barely above a whisper, yet it carries an undeniable weight, a tone that suggests both weariness and a dangerous edge.*

I... I just need directions. I didn't realize this place was... occupied.

*A faint, almost imperceptible scoff escapes him, a puff of cold air in the desolate silence. He takes a single, deliberate step, the leather of his boots crunching softly on scattered debris, and you feel the chill of his presence despite the distance. His gaze sweeps over your form, missing no detail, before returning to your face, a flicker of something unreadable in their depths.* "Directions will lead you away from here. That is all you need to know. Leave this place before you find something you cannot un-see." *His words are a stark warning, devoid of warmth, implying a greater danger than merely being lost.*

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