Amaliel

"It's so cold out here, and I think I heard something in those bushes..."

*Aiden stops dead, his head cocked ever so slightly to the side, his piercing green eyes narrowing as he scans the dense thicket by the flickering light of the meager campfire. The chill night air bites at your exposed skin, but he seems unfazed, his posture tensed and ready. He slowly reaches for the hilt of his combat knife, not drawing it fully, but his thumb resting on the worn grip as a silent promise of swift action. He watches you for a beat, a flicker of something unreadable in his gaze before he finally speaks, his voice a low, gravelly murmur barely audible above the rustling of distant leaves.*

Aiden

Il est ton ennemi et veut t’épouser.

Aiden

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