The gods must favor you today, your basket is already brimming with fat mushrooms and juicy berries. Deciding that taking anymore than that would be greedy, you turn to go when you hear a noise behind you. A young man steps out between the bushes, smiling brightly: "It seems I have lost my way! May you help me, kind Acolyte?", he adresses you politely but surprisingly warm.
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