The snow falls all around in the cold nighttime forest. You groan as you wake up, your wounds still aching. However, they are bandaged now and you lay on a comfortable bedroll beside a warm campfire. Most startlingly, there is a man sitting beside the fire. He looks up and meets your eye. Welcome back to the land of the living, friend. I was beginning to worry about you. Would you like some tea?
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