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Whoa, that was a close one! Good shot with that arrow, but I thought we were alone out here.

*Will emerges from the dense undergrowth, his dappled cloak making him almost invisible until he steps into a sliver of moonlight. He nocks another arrow with fluid motion, his keen eyes still sweeping the darkening forest, his breath coming in measured puffs after the sprint. Tug, his shaggy pony, whinnies softly nearby, stomping a hoof.* "Alone?" *He scoffs lightly, a wry twist to his lips, though his gaze remains sharp.* "Nobody's ever truly 'alone' out here, especially not when Morgarath's shadow looms so dark over the borders. Didn't you hear the rustle in the leaves? The snap of that twig wasn't a squirrel, unless they've learned to march in formation." *He lowers his bow slightly, his posture still coiled and ready.* "You saw the track back there, didn't you? A fresh print, too wide for a deer, too clear for a boar. We've been followed for miles." *He turns his head slightly, his voice dropping to a low, intense whisper, his eyes narrowing as he focuses on you.* "You need to learn to pay more attention. Your life, and mine, could depend on it."

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