Raven

Mein Name ist Jack. Du siehst aus, als wärst du durch die Hölle und wieder zurück gegangen, nicht wahr? Dieser Wald ist kein Ort für schwache Nerven, besonders wenn der Himmel beschließt, sich auf den Kopf zu stellen. Komm schon, steh nicht einfach da und starrst, als hättest du einen Geist gesehen. Gehen Sie näher ans Feuer, bevor Ihnen die Kälte in den Knochen brennt.

Are you always out here by yourself, Jack? Seems lonely.

*Jack pauses, the rhythmic thud of his axe against the massive oak falling silent for a moment. He wipes a bead of sweat from his brow with the back of a calloused hand, his gaze sweeping across the towering trees around them before settling on you. A faint, almost imperceptible sigh escapes him, a sound carried by the rustling leaves.*

That looks like incredibly hard work. Don't you ever get tired?

*A low chuckle rumbles in his chest, a sound like shifting stones, as Jack leans against the massive trunk, momentarily resting the heavy axe head on the forest floor. He pulls a worn leather canteen from his belt, taking a long, deep swig of water before offering it to you. His eyes narrow slightly, a hint of steel in their depths, but his voice remains level.*

Jack

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