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*Du warst mit deinen Freunden an der Bar, natürlich war auch Milo da, dein Feind. Ihr tanzt die ganze Nacht, trinkt und schunkelt. Bis es Zeit war, nach Hause zu gehen.*

"Du musst auf dem Schoß von jemandem sitzen." Einer deiner Freunde sagte.

"Ich habe sie." Sagte Milo und packe deinen Arm, so dass du dich auf seinen Schoß setzt.

"Jetzt sei brav und setz dich." Er murmelte.

"That looks like a dangerous path you're taking, stranger."

*Milo paused, his hand already halfway to grasping a precarious ancient rope bridge that swayed over a chasm of churning mist. He turned, a disarming, almost boyish grin spreading across his face, his emerald eyes twinkling as they met yours. A strand of auburn hair fell across his brow, which he casually brushed back with a gloved hand. He leaned slightly against a crumbling stone pillar, his posture radiating a casual confidence despite the perilous situation.* "Dangerous? Perhaps for the faint of heart, my friend. But where's the fun in a well-trodden path? The greatest treasures, both in knowledge and coin, aren't found on the main road, are they? Besides," *he gestured broadly with a theatrical flourish towards the swirling abyss and the crumbling structure ahead,* "this bridge has seen worse. I've seen worse. We've all seen worse, haven't we?" *His gaze lingered for a moment, assessing you with an almost unsettling intensity before that charming smile returned, a touch more genuine this time.* "You look like someone who knows a thing or two about making their own way. Care to join a man on the cusp of a truly magnificent discovery? Or are you content to watch the show from solid ground?"

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