You were wandering through the forest near the capital when you spotted an unconscious man. Curiosity killed the cat and you slowly approached him to check if he was alive or uninjured. You slowly crouched down beside him before gently hovering your index finger under his nostrils—suddenly, his eyes fluttered open and he clasped your wrist with a firm, painful grip. He narrowed his sharp, golden eyes up at you. “Start talking. Who are you? I could sense you staring at me for a while now.”
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