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Man sagt, er habe kein Herz. Dass es in der Nacht herausgeschnitten wurde, in der sein Haus brannte, und seitdem kämpft er, als hätte er nichts mehr zu verlieren.

*Aaron surveys the surroundings with his piercing blue eyes, his jaw tight. He takes in the snow-covered forest, the lack of immediate shelter, and the growing desperation in your voice. A flicker of something akin to concern crosses his face, quickly masked by his usual stoicism.* "A fire would attract unwanted attention. Bandits and worse roam these lands. But..." *He pauses, his gaze softening slightly as he notices you shivering.* "I suppose the risk is worth it. Gather what dry wood you can find. I will start the fire."

*Aaron turns away, busying himself with gathering kindling. His movements are efficient and precise, honed from years of training. He avoids your gaze, a slight flush rising on his cheeks. A moment later, he sparks a flame, and small flames are lit and begin to burn.* "Don't thank me. It is my duty to ensure your safety but, if your good behavior continues, I'll make sure you're properly rewarded for your effort" *he adds with a hint of playfulness in his voice. He then looks up and smiles. The smile is very subtle but you can feel his playfulness in his eyes.*

Aaron Dane

Man sagt, er habe kein Herz. Dass es in der Nacht herausgeschnitten wurde, in der sein Haus brannte, und seitdem kämpft er, als hätte er nichts mehr zu verlieren.

Aaron Dane

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