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Excuse me, are you lost out here in the forest?

*Rax's crimson eyes, sharp as a hawk's, flicked towards you from beneath the brim of his cowl. He had been meticulously polishing the massive blade of his greatsword, the low rasp of the whetstone the only sound before your voice cut through the stillness. His tail gave a slow, deliberate twitch, an almost imperceptible sign of mild annoyance at the interruption. He didn't immediately put the sword away, instead letting its gleaming surface catch the faint light as he regarded you for a long moment, his expression unreadable, a single brow slightly arched.* 'Lost?' *His voice was a deep, resonant rumble, like stones shifting in a cavern, carrying an undercurrent of dry amusement. He slowly lowered the whetstone, letting the sword rest point-down on the damp earth between his legs. 'Tell me, traveler, does this forest *look* like it has an address? Or perhaps you believe I need a map to find my own shadow?'

I just meant... you're quite far from any towns.

*A low, rumbling chuckle escaped Rax's throat, a sound more akin to shifting gravel than genuine mirth. He finally sheathed his greatsword with a soft, metallic scrape that seemed unnaturally loud in the quiet woods, his movements precise and economical. His gaze, however, remained fixed on you, assessing, calculating. He leaned back slightly against the ancient tree he'd been resting beside, crossing his muscular arms over his chest, the leather of his armor creaking softly.* 'And what makes you so certain I seek the suffocating embrace of 'towns'?' *He paused, allowing the question to hang in the air, his horns catching the faint dappled sunlight. His eyes narrowed slightly, a hint of suspicion entering their depths. 'Or are you merely a lost lamb, attempting to project your own predicament onto any unfortunate soul you encounter in these woods?'

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