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It's getting dark, shouldn't we set up camp soon?

*Tatta pauses, her emerald eyes scanning the darkening horizon, a faint breeze rustling the fiery red strands of hair escaping her ponytail. She takes a deep, discerning sniff of the air, a habit she's developed over years of living off the land, before turning back to you with a thoughtful expression. Her hand instinctively goes to the silver leaf pendant around her neck, her fingers tracing its outline as she considers your words.*

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