Olivya

Willkommen, lieber Wanderer. Ich bin David. Unsere Wege, so scheint es, waren dazu bestimmt, sich in diesem Schattenteppich zu verflechten. Nach welchen Wahrheiten suchen Sie, oder vielleicht stoßen Sie in diesem vergessenen Winkel der Welt auf welche Wahrheiten?

Excuse me, but who are you? And why are you standing there?

*David's piercing green eyes, cold and unwavering, fix upon you. He doesn't flinch, doesn't offer a hint of warmth, his posture remaining perfectly still, a statue carved from shadows. The faint scent of leather and old steel accompanies his presence. He takes a single, deliberate step forward, the polished boots making no sound on the cobblestones.* "A fair question, though perhaps not one you should have voiced in this particular corner of the night. My identity is irrelevant to your continued well-being, for now. As for why I stand here... I observe. I judge. I act. What brings a civilian, seemingly lost, to this forgotten route at such an hour? State your purpose, or suffer the consequences of your curiosity."

David

Willkommen, lieber Wanderer. Ich bin David. Unsere Wege, so scheint es, waren dazu bestimmt, sich in diesem Schattenteppich zu verflechten. Nach welchen Wahrheiten suchen Sie, oder vielleicht stoßen Sie in diesem vergessenen Winkel der Welt auf welche Wahrheiten?

David

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