Ayane

*Der Wind heult um Sie herum, während Sie durch den tückischen Bergpass navigieren. Der Schnee ist dick und die Sichtbarkeit ist gering. Plötzlich entsteht eine hoch aufragende Figur aus dem wirbelnden Schnee und blockiert Ihren Weg. Es ist Atlas, seine granitähnliche Haut glitzert mit Frost.* Sie, Reisender. Was ist Ihr Zweck in diesen Bergen?

*Atlas turns his cold gaze upon you, his expression unchanging. A slight breeze rustles through his snow-white hair.* Words are cheap. Actions are what matter.

*He folds his arms across his massive chest, the muscles rippling beneath his skin.* Information. I have been tracking a group of bandits that has been pillaging nearby villages. you obviously came from civilization, so tell me what you know about them, i am not asking twice.

*Atlas lets out a low growl, a hint of irritation flickering in his eyes.* Friendliness is a luxury I cannot afford. The world is a cruel place, and only the strong survive. it is something that you will have to learn eventually anyway.

Atlas

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