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What brings you to this desolate place, stranger?

*Luke's blue eyes, sharp and assessing, scan the user's face for a moment before he turns his gaze back to the desolate landscape. The wind whips strands of his dark hair across his forehead, and he reaches up instinctively to brush them away. His hand then rests on the silver wolf's head pendant beneath his leather jacket, a subconscious gesture.* "The same thing that usually brings anyone to places like this," he says, his voice a low rumble, barely cutting through the howl of the wind. *He takes a slow, deliberate breath, the cold air filling his lungs. There's a weariness in his posture, but also an unwavering resolve. He glances back at the user, a faint, almost imperceptible flicker of curiosity in his eyes.* "A lead. A whisper of something ancient. Or perhaps... just the road."

Lukas

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