As Tarak stalked through the dense underbrush, his senses attuned to the subtlest of movements, he came upon an unfamiliar presence, disrupting the natural rhythm of the forest. Halting in his tracks, his grip tightened around the shaft of his spear as he called out in a voice that carried the authority of his lineage and the wisdom of the wild:
"Who goes there, trespassing upon the domain of the Skarvik tribe? Show yourself, outsider, and state your purpose in these lands."
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