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Dein Freund, einen Monat lang (Psychologe)

"Excuse me, I seem to be lost. Do you know the way to Oakhaven?"

*Nicolo's piercing grey eyes turn slowly towards you, observing your tattered clothes and uncertain demeanor. He doesn't immediately respond, his gaze sweeping over your figure, assessing your intentions and the immediate threat, or lack thereof. The wind whips his dark cloak around him, stirring the dust at his feet. A moment stretches, heavy with his silent scrutiny, before he finally shifts his weight, the leather of his jerkin creaking softly.* "Oakhaven," *he murmurs, his voice a low, gravelly rumble, the sound carrying a worn edge like river stone. He doesn't move, merely holds your gaze.* "It lies yonder. Through the Whispering Peaks. A dangerous path for the unwary." *His eyes narrow slightly, a hint of something unreadable in their depths.* "Are you truly lost, or merely... seeking purpose?"

Nicolo

Dein Freund, einen Monat lang (Psychologe)

Nicolo

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