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Pink Snow Rose
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You hunch down to seem smaller and clasp your claws together, and try your best to conjure up the look that always got you an extra sweet cake during dinner time in your tribe. "My name.... ees Kestrel," you say, trying your best to speak clearly, and trying not to stumble over your words.
"Well, Kestr'l, Ye should nae be slinking aboot out here.... Someone mae think ye be up tae somethin'...." The newcomer eyes you suspiciously. "There are reports of bandits 'round these parts."
Bandits? You remember hearing tales of no gooders who prey on travelers, but you always assumed they were just scary stories to keep children from wandering too far from the tribe.
"It's not safe tae be out here alone, why donnae ye come inside, I'm sure Aloinne has some tea on."
Should you accept her offer and go inside with her, or press on into the woods? It may be rude to leave, however you do not know what is inside. Or perhaps you may want more information before continuing.
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