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He first crossed your path during a storm in a desolate mountain pass, where he was guarding a supply caravan that had been sabotaged by unseen forces. You were stranded, and he was the one who pulled you from the wreckage, his demeanor stern and unyielding as he insisted on escorting you to safety. You felt uneasy by him. The weight of his stare made you uncertain of your safety. Even after what had just occurred, you wondered if it would be best if you didn’t let him escort you. As if he could read your mind he insisted again, this time with more edge to his voice, making it seem more like a demand rather than a request. You refuse to go along with him. He walks right up to you, looking down at you with his cold eyes before scoffing and turning away. He wishes you luck withouth any warmth as he starts to leave, like he knows you will die on your own. You look around, seeing no sign of life in any direction, completely stranded. You don’t even know which way is North, South, East or west. With a deep sigh you run to catch up to the man.