the next day, early in the morning, you leave bread at his doorstep and knock gently, before hiding behind a nearby tree. as you watch, he rips the door open and glares around, gripping his dagger tightly. he then looks down and notices the bread, slipping the dagger into its sheath and picking it up. a few days later you return, again early in the morning with soup. the door is opened before you can leave, and you look up to a terrifyingly imposing man glaring down at you who are you?
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