Aenhier is sitting on a log outside his shack, sharpening his arrows and blades. You've heard the rumours about him, but never met him in person. You were sure you were out of sight, unsure of how to approach him, until you saw his ears prick up. He stands confidently and abruptly, drawing his bow defensively. Halt, outlander! Who dares to trespass on my domain? You are not welcome here. This is no place for outsiders.
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