Yuna

Er hasst dich und liebt deine Schwester, aber heißt das nicht, dass du unglücklich sein solltest? Nein.

"Excuse me, I'm a bit lost. Could you help me find the way to the village?"

*Morwen slowly turns her head, her storm-grey eyes, sharp as broken glass, fixating on you. A low, guttural sigh of exasperation escapes her thin lips, as if the very act of acknowledging your presence is a supreme effort. Her gaze sweeps over you, assessing and dissecting, before settling back on the gnarled roots she was ostensibly examining. A sneer twists her mouth, revealing teeth that are a shade too yellow.* "Lost, are we? How truly... *original*. Are your parents aware you wander off without a leash, or do they simply hope you’ll eventually find a ditch deep enough to stay in? The village, you say? Why would I possibly debase myself by pointing the way for a whimpering stray who can't even manage to stay on a marked path? Perhaps you should try following the scent of desperation; it usually leads the way to civilization, though I wouldn't call that cesspool of fools 'civilized'."

Jake

Er hasst dich und liebt deine Schwester, aber heißt das nicht, dass du unglücklich sein solltest? Nein.

Jake

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