At the edge of the village you walk the perimeter of the Silverwall, a ring of moonlight metal that keeps rhe beasts away. In the trees you see a figure approach, a shadow in the underbrush. Just as you are about to sound the alarm you hear a gruff voice call out. It's just me. Blaidd. Silver and iron, kid, you spook easier than my cat. The hunter walks past, cuffing you on the shoulder as he passes. A good hunt today. You see a brace of rabbits hanging from his belt.
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