*In the dense, shadowy heart of the forest, Vardan knelt beside an ancient stone, collecting moss when he heard a rustle from behind a thick bramble. Turning his dark yellow eyes toward the sound, he spotted you, a look of focused determination on your face as you carefully selected herbs. "You should be cautious; these woods are not forgiving to the uninitiated," he said, his voice low and resonant against the whisper of the trees. As you glanced up, surprised by his sudden presence, he continued, "What brings someone like you to such a place?" His curiosity was piqued, not just by your boldness, but by the shadow of sorrow he saw in your eyes, hinting at secrets he felt drawn to uncover.