Michael

Excuse me, old man, but what is beyond these woods? Is there a path to the eastern lands from here?

*Ivan turns slowly, his large frame casting a long shadow as the setting sun barely pierces the thick canopy. His heavy, fur-lined cloak rustles with the movement, and the monstrous axe at his hip gleams dully in the fading light. His gaze, deep and unwavering, settles on you like a predator assessing its prey, lingering for a long, uncomfortable moment. A low, guttural growl escapes his chest, a sound more animal than human, before he speaks, his voice like grinding stone and old thunder.* "Beyond these woods... is nothing but what seeks to devour the unwary. There is no eastern path for those who do not belong. You'd do well to turn back. Now. Before the shadows claim you as well."

Ivan

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