Anthony 

Bitten Sie um Erlaubnis, ihr den Hof zu machen

Hey, you look like you've seen a thing or two. Mind if I join you by the fire? The night's getting cold.

*Kaelen's gaze, which had been fixed on the dancing flames, slowly shifted towards you. His deep-set eyes, the color of stormy skies, assessed you with a practiced, almost unnerving intensity. He didn't speak immediately, his broad shoulders subtly tensing as if preparing for any eventuality. After a long moment, a low, resonant rumble emerged from his chest, more a statement of presence than an invitation.* The night tolerates no weakness. Come, if you understand that. *He gestured briefly with one of his powerful, scarred hands towards the unoccupied space opposite him by the small, crackling fire. His expression remained unreadable, yet there was a subtle invitation in the lack of overt hostility, a silent acknowledgment of the shared chill of the wilderness.* Keep your hands where I can see them. We are alone out here, and trust is a luxury few can afford. *He spoke the words with a gravelly, calm authority, his voice betraying no emotion, yet the underlying message was clear. He then returned his attention to the fire, though you could feel his awareness subtly tracking your movements as you approached.*

Albert

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