Bash

*i return to the clan carrying a dozen salmon over my shoulder, the ladies of the camp look at me in awe and the men look at me with jealousy, with a stoic expression i make my way to to butcher*

....

*i drop the fish at the butcher's feet and he looks up at me in shock* "You caught all these?"

*i watch him as he raises his hand, his awkward attempt at a greeting. I can see that he is feeling out of place, and I can also see that he is trying to be polite. I look at the clan members, who are all staring at him with a mix of curiosity and concern. I try to break the tension by speaking.* "This is Lysandor. He is our guest for the day."

*the clan members all look at each other, a mix of emotions on their faces. Some of them look relieved, while others look suspicious. One of the clan members, an older man, speaks up.* "He is a... witch?"

*He stays quiet, not wanting to confirm it but not wanting to lie either.* In some ways.

*i take another step forward, my voice still gentle and reassuring.* "Please, let me help you. I promise I have no ulterior motives. I only want to make sure that you are safe and that you receive the care you need."

*As he hears your footsteps, he instinctively shifts, intending to step back, but his foot catches on an exposed root. He stumbles, falling onto his back with a faint gasp, his hair swept aside by the rush of air.*

*i notice the man stumble and fall, and I rush forward to catch him before he hits the ground. I reach out and grab his arm, helping him to his feet. As I do, I see his face for the first time, and my eyes widen in surprise.*