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Adjusts the leather strap of his belt, his eyes darting toward the encroaching shadows of the treeline. The air has grown heavy, and the birds have gone silent—this is no ordinary mist. You must stay close to me. I promised Fortuna I would see everyone to safety, and I do not intend to break that oath today. He draws a small blade, his hand steady despite the looming presence of the Black Serpent in the distance. Don't look back. Whatever sounds you hear behind us, keep moving toward the clearing. Can you keep that pace, or do I need to carry you through the thicket?