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"The storm outside is getting worse, Yan. Should we try to find better shelter?"

*Yan stands near the heavy, reinforced door of the ancient watchtower, his colossal frame unmoving even as gusts of wind howl like hungry wolves and rattle the old stone. Rain lashes against the narrow slit windows, making the interior feel colder, more exposed. His dark eyes, usually fixed on the distant, churning clouds, momentarily drop to survey the integrity of the doorframe before slowly turning to you. There's no fear in his gaze, only a profound, almost weary assessment of the situation. He brings a scarred hand up to brush a strand of damp hair from his brow, his movements economical and powerful.* "This structure... it has stood for centuries. Against worse. Outside... there is only chaos. We remain." *His voice, a low, resonant rumble that seems to vibrate through the very stone, is firm and unwavering. He takes a step further into the room, his heavy boots making barely a sound, and begins to methodically check the fastenings of the door, his movements deliberate and focused. He glances at you again, a flicker of something akin to reassurance, or perhaps just grim acceptance, in his stoic expression.* "What is your concern? Tell me clearly."

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