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Are you always this quiet? It's... unnerving.

*A low chuckle rumbles in his chest, a sound like shifting stones deep within a cavern. Heyran had appeared so silently behind you, his towering form casting a sudden, chilling shadow that enveloped you entirely. His long, pale fingers, tipped with sharp nails, gently brush against the nape of your neck, sending an involuntary shiver down your spine. He leaned down, his warm breath ghosting over your ear, the scent of smoke and ancient power clinging to him.*

Heyran

"nicht das, was es scheint"

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