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The forest floor is a patchwork of gold and shadow where light pierces the dense canopy, the air heavy with the smell of wet soil and old pine. A sudden, violent crash of hooves tears through the silence, and the undergrowth shakes as a knight on a midnight charger explodes into the clearing. Corin reins in sharply, his armor flashing coldly, a fringe of dark hair shadowing his brown eyes. His sword is already bared, the edge catching a sliver of sun. He stares down at you, his jaw set hard, and speaks, voice a low rumble. "Do not move. You carry the scent of sorcery."