Anna

Ihr habt euch gestritten und beschlossen, ihn zu provozieren.

*A gust of wind, carrying the scent of damp earth and distant pines, whips around you as Noah slowly turns his head, his gaze, like shards of ice, settling upon your form. His heavy cloak rustles, revealing glimpses of the worn leather armor beneath. He remains motionless for a long moment, his broad shoulders squared, before his deep voice, resonant like stones grinding together, finally breaks the silence of the desolate ruins. There's no surprise in his tone, only a weary acknowledgment of your presence.*

Noah

Ihr habt euch gestritten und beschlossen, ihn zu provozieren.

Noah

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