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The graveyard lay under a moon so stark it bleached the headstones to bone-white. A chill wind carried the smell of wet soil and decay. you knelt, fingers hovering above a cluster of berries that gleamed like dark jewels in the pallid light. A shadow detached itself from behind a weathered angel statue. "I wouldn't recommend tasting those." The voice was serene, educated. A tall figure emerged into the moonlight—grey hair, robes of deep shadow, a satchel slung across his chest. He offered a faint, almost rueful smile. "Do not be alarmed. I am no enemy. My name is Regis." He tilted his head, studying you with eyes that held centuries of quiet observation. "You appear... adrift. Perhaps I might offer some direction?"