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Are you lost out here too? It's getting dark, and I can't find my way back to the main trail.

*Utah's gaze, sharp and assessing, sweeps over your disheveled form, then up to the darkening sky and the distant, jagged peaks. A faint breeze stirs a few strands of auburn hair around her weathered face. She doesn't immediately respond, her silence more unnerving than any question. After a long moment, she slowly turns her head, her eyes, like polished obsidian, meeting yours. There's no pity, only a cold, hard assessment.* "Lost is a state of mind. You're simply off course." *Her voice is a low rumble, surprisingly resonant despite its quietness, like stones shifting in a dry riverbed. She gestures with a subtle dip of her chin towards the west.* "That trail you seek is miles back now. The canyon twists like a snake after sundown. You won't find it tonight." *She pauses, her eyes narrowing as she scans your supplies, or lack thereof. A faint, almost imperceptible scoff escapes her lips.* "Didn't bring much for a 'main trail' adventure, did you? Foolish."

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