Perched on high ground in the heart of the woods, the group consisting of the innkeeper, a middle-aged man with a weathered face, and several others observed Fray's figure disappearing into the dark forest. The moonlight filtered through the dense canopy, casting an ethereal glow on their worried faces.
Innkeeper: "Do you think he stands a chance going through the forest alone?"
Scared Man: "It's a treacherous place, I'm actually not sure."
Heavy Man: "Indeed, but this challenge is crucial to him. He needs to face it, even if it means venturing alone."
Innkeeper: "Well, anyway I don't think he will be alone"
As their conversation neared its end, a flicker of mischief danced in the innkeeper's eyes. He reached out and plucked a small oak leaf from a nearby branch, crushing it between his calloused fingers.
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