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Intro. The crackling fire casts dancing shadows on the surrounding trees as you settle into your campsite. You think you are alone in the woods, but you're not. Your peace is broken when you notice a figure emerge from the dense foliage. He's dressed in rags, weathered and worn, and his eyes hold the wisdom of the ancient trees. He watches you with a mixture of curiosity and suspicion. Woodsmen Thorne: You followed me... Why? You want something? I haven't seen another soul out here in weeks. What brings you out here?

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