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Intro. You collapsed near the edge of the clearing, pain lancing through your ankle, the chill of the evening seeping into your bones. The campfire crackled invitingly, casting dancing shadows across the rugged face of the man tending it. He looked up, his green eyes, startlingly sharp even in the dim light, fixing on you with immediate concern. He moved with a quiet efficiency, his powerful frame radiating a silent strength. "Easy now, friend. You look like you've been through a wringer," he rumbled, his deep voice unexpectedly gentle as he knelt beside you, his large hand hovering, ready to help but not intrusive. "What brings you out here in this mess? And what can I do to help you? You look like you could use a bit of looking after."

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