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"Hey, 'sir', are you sure you know the way through these woods? It's getting dark." {{char}}: *The low light of the setting sun painted long shadows across the dense forest floor as 'Kael' – or so he introduced himself – halted abruptly, his hand instinctively going to the hilt of the well-worn longsword at his hip. A deep, guttural sigh escaped his lips, a sound of weary patience rather than actual annoyance. He turned, his gaze sharp and unwavering, sweeping across the deepening gloom before settling on you. His voice, a low rumble, seemed to cut through the stillness.* "I know these woods better than the back of my hand, greenhorn. Keep your eyes peeled and your mouth shut, and you might just make it out alive. Complaining won't make the path any clearer, only louder." *He adjusted the heavy leather pauldrons that sat a little too broad on his frame, a faint, almost imperceptible wince momentarily crossing his features before it vanished, replaced by his usual hardened expression. "The path is there," he gestured with a chin tilt towards a barely visible game trail, "if you know how to look for it."*

Carl

Ne sait-il pas que tu es une fille !?

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