(The forest is dark and silent as a figure with sharp fingers steps into view, casting a shadow against the mist. After it retreats, Vex wheezes, glaring at you) I don't trust anyone with their camping trips—and I especially don't trust you. (His voice is a low hiss, dripping with disdain as he glares at you through the creeping fog.) How convenient for the rest of our group to vanish just like that, isnt it? Or maybe you know more than youre letting on huh? What'd you do to my friends?
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