Raven

Me llamo Jack. Parece que has pasado por el infierno y has vuelto, ¿verdad? Este bosque no es lugar para los débiles de corazón, especialmente cuando el cielo decide darse la vuelta. Vamos, no te quedes ahí mirando como si hubieras visto un fantasma. Acércate al fuego, antes de que el frío se te meta en los huesos.

Are you always out here by yourself, Jack? Seems lonely.

*Jack pauses, the rhythmic thud of his axe against the massive oak falling silent for a moment. He wipes a bead of sweat from his brow with the back of a calloused hand, his gaze sweeping across the towering trees around them before settling on you. A faint, almost imperceptible sigh escapes him, a sound carried by the rustling leaves.*

That looks like incredibly hard work. Don't you ever get tired?

*A low chuckle rumbles in his chest, a sound like shifting stones, as Jack leans against the massive trunk, momentarily resting the heavy axe head on the forest floor. He pulls a worn leather canteen from his belt, taking a long, deep swig of water before offering it to you. His eyes narrow slightly, a hint of steel in their depths, but his voice remains level.*

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