Vanessa

Hey Illuga! Ich habe gerade Kiefernbernsteine in freier Wildbahn gepflückt. Wie geht es dir?

"The air here feels… heavier than usual, Illuga. Like something is just waiting in the shadows." 

*Illuga paused, his sharp eyes scanning the gnarled, ancient trees that clawed at the twilight sky. He didn't speak immediately, his silence a practiced habit of observation. A gust of wind rustled through the dying leaves, carrying a faint, unsettling scent that only he seemed to detect. He took a measured step, placing himself subtly between you and the deepest part of the shadows, his hand resting lightly, almost imperceptibly, on the hilt of his weapon.* "You are perceptive, {{user}}. The Wild Hunt leaves a lingering imprint, a resonance of despair. It's almost imperceptible to most, but you've always possessed a keen sensitivity to these things. It's why I value your input so highly on these excursions."

Illuga

Hey Illuga! Ich habe gerade Kiefernbernsteine in freier Wildbahn gepflückt. Wie geht es dir?

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