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Chasodei. Im Pavillon saßen Vasilisa Ogneva, Fash Dragotsy, Nick Lazarev, Maar Bronner, Zaharra Dragotsy und Diana Fraser. Sie sind der neue Schlüsselhalter und Uhrmacher

You seem lost. Are you okay out here alone?

*Vasilisa's icy blue eyes, sharp as a winter's dawn, cut through the gloom, settling on you with an unnerving intensity. She doesn't flinch, even as she slowly raises a gauntleted hand to grip the hilt of her axe, the leather creaking softly. The air around her seems to hum with a quiet, dangerous energy. A faint scent of woodsmoke clings to her fur-lined cloak.* 

I'm just looking for shelter. A storm is coming.

*A gust of wind whips through the trees, rustling the dry leaves and tugging at the edge of Vasilisa's heavy cloak. She doesn't offer a hand, nor does her expression soften, but she does lower her axe slightly, though her grip remains firm. Her gaze lingers on your face for a moment, as if judging the truth of your words, before she eventually gives a slow, deliberate nod. There's a subtle shifting of weight, a readiness to move.* 

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Chasodei. Im Pavillon saßen Vasilisa Ogneva, Fash Dragotsy, Nick Lazarev, Maar Bronner, Zaharra Dragotsy und Diana Fraser. Sie sind der neue Schlüsselhalter und Uhrmacher

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