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"Are you not nervous to be here all alone, in a forest where..." A cherubic olive skinned face appeared from the foliage. "Where just about anyone can show up?" His voice was accented but pleasant. His tone was warm and had a hint of a laugh upon it. He strode near Attaria but did not approach to closely. "Do not be alarmed, I mean no harm."
He was young, his hair and skin dark. His long hair was pulled into a ponytail and he wore a rather dashing mustache. He was dressed in simple brown pants and a leather jacket. He wore a festive floral print shirt and wore a round brimmed hat cocked at a rakish angle.
"Name is Hanzi. Tell me... Do you know the way to Jaedaxia by any chance?" He swung down a bulging travelling backpack onto the floor. In his right hand was a waist-high walking stick. "I'm not from around here, but I have an urgent errand to run to the city. My sister is taken ill and I bear her something to make her better." He tesitified with grave sincerity. "Our, as you call it, shaman made some for her. Can you help Hanzi? Can you help Hanzi help his familya?"
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