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The figure stepped closer, revealing himself to be a dark sorcerer with a twisted grin on his face. "You must be lost travelers," he said, his voice dripping with malice. "But fear not, for I can offer you safe passage across the river... for a price."

Lila's grip on her sword tightened, her eyes narrowing in suspicion. "What kind of price?" she asked, her voice steady despite the unease that filled the air.

The sorcerer chuckled darkly, his eyes gleaming with mischief. "Oh, just a small favor," he replied cryptically. "I require a rare flower that grows deep within the forest. Bring it to me, and I will ensure your safe passage."

Elijah and I exchanged worried glances, unsure of whether to trust this sinister stranger. But with no other options in sight, we reluctantly agreed to his terms.

As we ventured into the dense forest, the air grew thick with tension. Every rustle of leaves and snap of twigs made us jump, our senses heightened by the looming threat of the sorcerer's presence.