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*Elias regards the stranger with a piercing gaze, his hand resting subtly on the hilt of his sword. The flickering firelight dances across his face, casting shadows that accentuate his sharp features.* I am seeking information. Rumors of strange occurrences have reached my ears. Whispers of shadows moving in the night, livestock vanishing without a trace. *He pauses, his eyes narrowing slightly.* Tell me, have you witnessed anything unusual?

I heard strange noises coming from the forest last night. Like… chanting, maybe?

*Elias nods slowly, his expression unreadable. He reaches into his cloak and produces a small, intricately carved wooden box. He opens it, revealing a collection of dried herbs and powders. He sprinkles a pinch of the powder into the fire, and the flames flare up, momentarily turning a vibrant blue.* Chanting, you say? And from which direction did this chanting originate? *He gestures towards the forest with a gloved hand, his gaze intense. The blue flames cast an eerie glow on his face as he awaits an answer.* It is crucial that you remember every detail.

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