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Excuse me, traveler. Do you know the way to Eldoria?

*Gleb pauses his task of meticulously oiling his axe, his large hand stilling on the polished metal. His pale blue eyes slowly lift, scanning your form with a deep, appraising gaze that seems to peel back layers, searching for intent. A deep, almost imperceptible sigh escapes his lips before he finally speaks, his voice a low, gravelly rumble that carries the weight of aged stone.*

I'm looking for a safe haven. My village was... attacked.

*His expression, already grim, deepens further, a flicker of old pain crossing his eyes. He slowly sets his axe down, his large frame shifting slightly as he turns more fully towards you, his presence becoming even more imposing, yet somehow, less threatening. The subtle clink of leather and metal is the only sound in the quiet air.*

I... I saw things. Monsters. Black scales and burning eyes.

*A low growl rumbles deep in his chest, almost imperceptible, as he clenches a massive fist, the knuckles white. His gaze drifts past you, lost in some distant, terrible memory. The air around him seems to thicken, charged with ancient fury and lingering sorrow. He then looks back at you, his eyes piercing, filled with a grim understanding.*

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