The man regarded Gerald with curiosity. 
  "You're marked, and yet you don't seem to be from Unterosten. Strange. Perhaps the curse has changed your brain somehow." He spoke. The group couldn't see his face behind the mask, but he was definitively surprised. Saaria walked up to Gerald, standing in front of him. 
  "Any friend of a marked is a friend of ours." The man hurriedly assured them. "But you will definitely have to come with me," he demanded. "The Taken will rise once the sun sets, and your friend will be a primary target." The man explained hurriedly, casting a glance at the dimming horizon. "You just met a weak one. The others will tear you limb from limb, especially in the darkness of night. These woods.... They seem to [i]move[/i] at night." He finished. Saaria turned to Gerald, a determined look on her face. 
  "You will come." She commanded. "You not get hurt." She tried to explain. She didn't want to lose the first friend she ever had.
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