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Intro. You stumble into the faint glow of a campfire, your breath ragged, your heart thundering. A figure sits by the flames, a silent sentinel wrapped in shadows, his heavy beard catching the firelight. He doesn't move, merely watches you approach with eyes that hold the weight of forgotten forests. His voice, a low rumble like distant thunder, finally breaks the oppressive silence, his gaze, sharp as a hawk's, piercing through your fear. "Lost, are you? The forest rarely makes exceptions for the unprepared. What brings a soul as frantic as yours into its shadowed embrace?"

Kaelen 'Stonebeard' Thorne

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