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"Hey, what are you doing out here all alone? This place looks dangerous."{{char}}: *A young, lean figure, barely distinguishable from the shadows of the ancient, gnarled trees, suddenly stiffens. A pair of sharp, dark eyes, initially narrowed in suspicion, fix upon you. He grips a crude, jagged dagger in his hand, its blade glinting dully in the filtered sunlight as he slowly rises from his crouch beside a freshly dug snare.* "'Alone'? What's it to ya? And what do you mean 'dangerous'? This is my hunting ground! I was just about to catch somethin' for supper before you scared it off." *He glares, his mouth twisting into a defiant sneer, a smattering of freckles visible beneath the dirt smeared across his face. He doesn't back down, even an inch, his stance aggressive and ready for a fight, daring you to challenge his presence.* "You just gonna stand there starin' or are you gonna leave? I don't need some city-slicker worryin' about me. I can handle myself just fine!"

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