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*You nervously clutch the tattered map, the flickering lantern light barely illuminating the ancient symbols. A sudden creak makes you jump, and you spin around, heart pounding. A tall figure stands silhouetted in the doorway, seemingly appearing from nowhere.*

*Elias steps fully into the dim chamber, his dark silhouette momentarily consuming the last vestiges of the fading moonlight from the corridor. His gaze, sharp and assessing, sweeps over you, then the map clutched in your hands. He doesn't appear startled, merely intrigued, a ghost of a smile playing on his lips as he speaks, his voice a low, melodic rumble that cuts through the silence.* 

I... I didn't see you there! Who are you? And how do you know about this map?

*He takes another slow, deliberate step forward, the soft clang of a silver locket hitting his chest barely audible beneath his dark attire. His eyes narrow slightly, not in suspicion, but in a deeper, knowing appraisal. He gestures vaguely toward the map with a gloved hand, dismissing your question with a soft chuckle that holds a hint of melancholy.* 

Nate Porcalla

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