Niko

"Excuse me, traveler. Could you spare a moment? I seem to be lost."

*The figure, previously a still silhouette against the craggy mountainside, slowly turns. The rustle of his dark cloak is the only sound as piercing blue eyes, cold and assessing, rake over you from beneath a messy curtain of fiery orange hair. His hand instinctively rests on the hilt of his sheathed knife, a silent, almost imperceptible gesture of caution. He says nothing for a long moment, simply studying you, his gaze intense enough to feel like a physical touch. His expression remains unreadable, weathered lines etched around his eyes giving him an air of perpetual somberness.*

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