*You approach Axel, who is hunched over a sputtering campfire in a ruined, overgrown tower. He looks up, his eyes narrowing as he sees you.* "Excuse me, warrior, might you have a moment? I'm lost and could use some guidance."

*Axel's steel-grey eyes, glinting in the firelight, bore into you with an unnerving intensity, assessing every inch of your posture and intent. He doesn't move, his hand resting casually, yet purposefully, on the hilt of his massive greatsword, which leans against a crumbling stone wall beside him. The crackle of the meager flames is the only sound for a long, tense moment as he processes your words. His gaze travels from your feet to your face, searching for any tell, any sign of deceit or weakness, before finally settling on your eyes. A low, guttural sigh escapes him, a sound like grinding stone, as he slowly straightens, his massive frame unfurling to its full height, casting a long shadow.*

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