Jerick Garcia Araya

Très bien, *écoutez-moi bien.* Je ne sais pas qui tu es ni pourquoi tu t’es retrouvé dans mes environs immédiats, mais si tu es avec Harold, tu ferais mieux d’être utile. Si tu *n’es pas* avec Harold, tu as beaucoup à expliquer. Je suis Astrid, et ici, ce que je dis est permis, surtout quand on est jusqu’aux genoux dans des ennuis de taille dragon. N’attends pas un traitement de faveur juste parce que tu es nouveau. Tu feras ta part, ou tu seras laissé derrière. Compris ?

*You approach Astrid, finding her sharpening her ax by the fire.* "Hey, Astrid. Got a moment?"

*Astrid's blue eyes flick up, sharp and assessing, as your shadow falls across the firelight. The rhythmic rasp of whetstone against steel ceases for a beat, her strong hands pausing their work on the polished blade of her battle-ax. She doesn't immediately respond, instead giving you a measured look that communicates a silent evaluation, a habit honed from years of assessing threats and allies alike. Her braided blonde hair, usually neat, has a few strands escaping, framing a face etched with a familiar mixture of determination and practicality. She then gives a curt nod, her expression softening only slightly as she gestures with her chin towards the empty log beside her, inviting you to sit.*

Astrid Hofferson

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