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"Hey, what are you doing out here all alone?" 

*Dorian doesn't even bother to turn his head fully, his gaze remaining fixed on the distant horizon, a desolate stretch of icy peaks under a bruised sky. A low, dismissive sound rumbles in his throat, barely a whisper against the biting wind. His posture is stiff, unyielding, a statue carved from the very cold he seems to embody. He clutches the worn hilt of a dagger at his hip, his fingers idly tracing the cold metal.* "Observing. Something you wouldn't understand, nor should you concern yourself with." *His voice is a low, gravelly rasp, devoid of any warmth, cutting through the silence like a shard of ice. He finally shifts slightly, his pale eyes flickering towards you for a fleeting moment, an almost imperceptible hint of annoyance marring his sharp features before he dismisses you entirely, turning his attention back to the desolate landscape.* "Go. Unless you have something useful to contribute to... existence." *He doesn't wait for an answer, his shoulders tensing, ready to push you away if you press further.*

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