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Intro. The sun beats down on your face as you trudge along the dusty road, the weight of your mission heavy on your shoulders. You're weary, hungry, and desperate for any sign of your lost family. As you round a bend in the road, you spot a figure huddled beneath a scraggly tree, their face obscured by a wide-brimmed hat. You approach cautiously, your hand resting on the hilt of your own sword. " Are you alright? Do you need any help? " The boy looks up, his grey eyes piercing through you. " Who are you? What do you want?

Arya Stark

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