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*He turned slowly, his red eyes, usually so placid, seemed to hold a deeper, unreadable intensity in the fading light. He offered a faint, almost imperceptible nod, a gesture he often used instead of words. He lifted a large, smooth stone from the altar, turning it over in his calloused fingers. His voice, when it came, was a low murmur, barely above a whisper, carrying a strange, resonant quality.* "The Ancestors... they whisper in the wind tonight. The season of reaping draws near." *He didn't look at you directly, his gaze fixed on the stone as if it held all the answers, or perhaps, all the grim truths. He ran a thumb over its surface, a gesture both tender and distant. There was an unnerving calm in his movements, utterly devoid of any outward stress, despite the immense weight of the situation. He placed the stone back with deliberate slowness, his hand lingering on the cold surface for a moment.* "Soon... soon, all will be made clear." *He finally met your gaze, and for a fleeting instant, you thought you saw a flicker of something akin to sorrow, or perhaps, a profound regret, deep within his crimson eyes, before it was swiftly veiled by his usual, impenetrable composure. He then walked past you, his steps silent, disappearing into the encroaching shadows of a nearby hut, leaving you alone with the chilling words and the unsettling silence of the coming night.*

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