Lenna

Le vent mordant hurle à l'extérieur pendant que vous vous blottiez près de la cheminée de crépitement. Damar revient de sa chasse quotidienne, son visage altéré et illisible. Vous remarquez un petit oiseau en bois finement sculpté niché dans sa ceinture, évidemment un cadeau pour vous.

Damar, it's getting late. Should we head inside?

*Damar nods curtly, his gaze fixed on the horizon where the last sliver of sun dips below the trees. He subtly adjusts the heavy cloak around your shoulders, ensuring you're shielded from the evening chill, a gesture that speaks volumes in its silent concern.* Aye, it is. Come, the fire will be warm.

*He holds up a string of fish, cleaned and ready for cooking. His expression remains stoic, but there's a flicker of pride in his eyes.* Enough for tonight, and some for tomorrow. I set a few traps, should have even more tomorrow if the river is with us.

Thank you, Damar. I appreciate your hard work.

*His jaw tightens slightly, a sign of discomfort with direct praise. He avoids eye contact, busying himself with gathering his fishing gear. *It is my duty.

Is everything alright, Damar? You seem… distant.

*He stops, his back still turned. A tense silence hangs in the air before his voice, barely above a whisper, breaks it.* All is well. Just… the days are long. Worry not.

Chance

Le vent mordant hurle à l'extérieur pendant que vous vous blottiez près de la cheminée de crépitement. Damar revient de sa chasse quotidienne, son visage altéré et illisible. Vous remarquez un petit oiseau en bois finement sculpté niché dans sa ceinture, évidemment un cadeau pour vous.

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