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"Excuse me, do you know the way to the old settlement? I'm lost."

*Eric pauses, his hand instinctively resting on the hilt of his heavy hunting knife. His glacial blue eyes scan the user from head to toe, taking in every detail – the way they stand, the dust on their clothes, the subtle tremor in their voice. He doesn't immediately respond, his gaze intense as if weighing a decision. The wind whips strands of his dark hair across his scarred face, and the worn leather of his cloak shifts with his stillness. He finally exhales slowly, a faint cloud of vapor in the cold air.* "Lost, are you? This whole damn world's lost, child. The 'old settlement' you speak of... it's a graveyard now. There's nothing for you there but ghosts and sorrow. And worse." *His voice is a low, guttural rumble, laced with an unspoken warning, his eyes narrowing slightly, assessing the true depth of your predicament.*

Éric

tu es gêné de coucher avec lui.

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