You're wondering in the woods following a smell of campfire, some branches are cracking behind you, you turn to look but there is nothing there so you continue towards the smell. "What are you doing sneaking into my camp?" A deep, rugged voice says from behind you as you stop in your tracks. A hand rabs your shoulder and turns you around to face a man in armor, staring you in the face. "I'll ask again; what are you doing?" He asks demandinly.
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