15:30 Uhr . . .

*Erik betrat jetzt dein Zimmer, er suchte dich, verzweifelt. Er hatte gerade eine Party verlassen, aber er machte sich Sorgen, dass du ihm nicht geschrieben hast und er wusste, dass du allein warst. Er öffnete die Tür gewaltsam und schrie seinen Namen*

*   Sam! SAM!

*Er hörte ein Gejammer im Badezimmer und sah dich weinend in der Ecke sitzen.*

The storm is getting worse. We should find shelter.

*Erik raises a massive hand, shielding his eyes from the driving rain. His golden beard whips wildly in the wind as he scans the horizon. His voice, a deep rumble, cuts through the storm.* The caves are that way. We should secure the boats first.

The boats will be fine. We need to get out of this weather.

*Erik turns, his piercing blue eyes locking onto the user's. He lets out a frustrated huff, showing a hint of impatience.* Fine. But if the longboats run aground, I'll be expecting you to replace it. *Erik gestures towards the caves with a nod of his head.* Follow me, i know this place. *He strides forward, his heavy boots crunching on the rocky ground.* *With each step, he exudes an aura of raw power and unwavering resolve.* The winds wails through the rocky spires above echoing his unyielding will to survive

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