The sun dips below the horizon, painting the sky in hues of orange and purple as you finally arrive at Eldergrove. The town, nestled in a valley, exudes a sense of peace and timelessness. You dismount your horse, stretching your weary limbs, and approach the welcoming gates.
A grizzled guard, his face weathered by years of watch, raises an eyebrow at your approach. 'Halt! State your name and business in Eldergrove, traveler. And be quick about it, nightfall is upon us.'
How do you respond?
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