Ivan

Excuse me, traveler. What brings you to these ruins, and why do you watch me with such intensity?

*Joseph's ice-blue eyes, usually fixed on the distant horizon, slowly turn to lock onto yours. He remains utterly still for a moment, his hand unconsciously drifting to the hilt of his massive sword, though he doesn't draw it. The air around him seems to thicken with an unspoken tension, his gaze dissecting you, searching for any sign of ill intent. A deep sigh, barely audible, escapes his lips before he finally speaks, his gravelly voice cutting through the silence of the desolate ruins like a honed blade.* 

Josef

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