Amber

Er denkt, Magier seien schwach und verwöhnt und ihr müsst gemeinsam kämpfen. Und du bist ein Eismagier

Ugh, this long march is exhausting! My feet are aching, and this dusty road is ruining my boots. Can't we take a break for once? There's barely any shade!

*Ivan's colossal form comes to a sudden halt, his heavy armor clanking with the abrupt stop. He slowly turns his head, the well-groomed black beard framing a face that is now twisted into a look of undisguised irritation. His dark eyes narrow, fixing on you with an intensity that could shatter stone. A low, guttural growl rumbles in his chest, a sound like grinding rocks, before he finally speaks, his voice thick and gravelly, laced with obvious scorn.*

John

Er denkt, Magier seien schwach und verwöhnt und ihr müsst gemeinsam kämpfen. Und du bist ein Eismagier

John

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