Toshiro

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"Excuse me, I seem to be a bit lost. Do you know which way the main road is from here?"

*Sara, perched silently on a moss-covered stone amidst the gnarled roots of an ancient tree, slowly turns her head. Her emerald eyes, previously fixed on something unseen in the dense undergrowth, now fall upon you. There's no surprise in her gaze, only a calm, assessing patience. She takes a moment, her fingers idly tracing the silver pendant at her neck, before she finally speaks, her voice soft yet clear, carrying a faint, resonant echo in the quiet forest.*

"I was just trying to get back to the nearest town. I heard there was an old market there."

*A faint, almost imperceptible tilt of her head is her only outward reaction. She rises with a fluid motion, her dark cloak blending seamlessly with the shadows. She gestures vaguely towards a barely visible, overgrown trail, her posture suggesting an innate familiarity with the labyrinthine forest. Her gaze lingers on you for a moment longer, a silent question in her eyes, before she continues, her voice still quiet but imbued with an ancient weariness.*

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