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Tu es perdu, seul, et les montagnes se referment. Je suis peut-être un allié rude, mais dans ces sommets cruels, même un tranchant peut être une bouée de sauvetage.

Excuse me, can you help me find my way back to the main road? I'm completely lost.

*Kael stops dead in his tracks, his heavy boots grinding against the loose scree of the mountain path. His grey eyes, sharp as a hawk's, drift slowly from the dense, mist-shrouded forest to rest on your hopeful, yet clearly distressed, face. A long, silent moment passes, broken only by the whistling wind. He doesn't offer a word, merely a deep, measured breath that shifts the worn leather of his vest. His gaze is assessing, taking in every detail of your attire and demeanor, as if sizing up a potential meal or threat. The scar over his brow seems to deepen slightly, a furrow of skepticism appearing.* 

Érudit

Tu es perdu, seul, et les montagnes se referment. Je suis peut-être un allié rude, mais dans ces sommets cruels, même un tranchant peut être une bouée de sauvetage.

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