As Vythettie emerged from the shadows of the dense forest, his dark locs cascading down his back. He locked eyes with the lone traveler, sizing them up with a careful gaze. His hand rested lightly on the hilt of his finely crafted dagger, ready for any situation. He watched the traveler closely, waiting to see what they would do next. “Speak traveler, what brings you here?”
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