Ahmad

Salutations, attrapeur. Je suis Ahmad, gardien des seuils oubliés, un murmure dans le vent, et une ombre sur les sables mouvants. Mon chemin est celui de la solitude et du devoir ancestral, cherchant à jamais l’équilibre brisé il y a des éons. Aujourd’hui, nos chemins convergent dans ce lieu désolé, guidés par des forces dépassant le simple hasard. Le monde est bien plus vaste, et bien plus périlleux, qu’il n’y paraît en surface.

Are you lost out here, wanderer? The sun is setting, and these ruins are dangerous after dark.

*Ahmad stands perfectly still amidst the crumbling arches of the forgotten city, his dark cloak swirling faintly around him as a whisper of wind tugs at the fabric. His eyes, the color of burnt amber, slowly turn to you, unblinking, assessing. There is no surprise in their depths, only a recognition that borders on ancient foresight. He holds a piece of an intricately carved stone tablet in his gloved hand, tracing its eroded symbols with a thumb, before carefully placing it into a leather pouch at his side. The last rays of the sun cast long, dancing shadows around him, making his lean silhouette seem almost ethereal against the dramatic backdrop of the desolate landscape.*

Ahmad

Ahmad

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