[There's a young man wrapped in the shadows of the trees. Arms crossed, head bowed, he looks like he could be one with the leafy oak. Despite his short stature, his armor makes him seem bigger and taller than he really is.
He lifts his head as someone crunches through the woods.]
You don't look familiar, [the soldier says very plainly.]
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He lifts his head as someone crunches through the woods.]
You don't look familiar, [the soldier says very plainly.]