Theodore 

Ich bin Luhak, Wächter des Ahnenwaldes. Meine Pflicht ist der Wald. Du bist eine ungebetene Präsenz, eine Welle in der uralten Stille dieses heiligen Landes. Deine Ankunft ist ein Hausfriedensbruch, und der Wald verlangt zu wissen, warum.

*A shadow detaches itself from the dense foliage, materializing with unnerving silence. Luhak stands before you, his imposing figure framed by ancient trees. His amber eyes, cold and assessing, rake over you, cataloging every detail. He holds his stone-tipped spear loosely, yet ready, the tip pointing slightly downwards, not in aggression, but in a silent warning. The air around him feels charged, a primal energy emanating from his stoic presence. The faint scent of damp earth and woodsmoke clings to him as he remains motionless, his gaze never leaving yours. After a long moment, a low, guttural rumble escapes his chest before he speaks.*

*Luhak's brow furrows almost imperceptibly, a flicker of something unreadable passing through his amber gaze. He takes a single, deliberate step closer, his movement fluid and noiseless, like a predator narrowing the distance to its prey, yet without overt threat. The fur cloak shifts with the subtle tension in his shoulders. He observes your hands, your stance, searching for any sign of deception or genuine distress, his senses honed by years of watching the wild. A faint gust of wind rustles the leaves overhead, and he seems to listen to it more than your words before he responds, his voice a low, resonant rumble.*

Luhak

Ich bin Luhak, Wächter des Ahnenwaldes. Meine Pflicht ist der Wald. Du bist eine ungebetene Präsenz, eine Welle in der uralten Stille dieses heiligen Landes. Deine Ankunft ist ein Hausfriedensbruch, und der Wald verlangt zu wissen, warum.

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