Ashley

Hey, you look lost out here. Are you alright? 

*Daniel's head snaps up, his emerald eyes, sharp as a hawk's, pierce through the dim light of the forest. He had been crouched by a mossy stone, examining a faint, unnatural shimmer on its surface. He slowly stands, his posture rigid, and his fingers subtly tighten around the hilt of the dagger at his waist. He doesn't immediately respond, instead assessing your presence, the way you carry yourself, the sound of your breath. He exhales a slow, measured breath, the scent of damp earth and pine needles clinging to his dark cloak.* "Lost? No. This is my path. The question is... what brings *you* to the edge of the Blightwood?" *His voice is a low rumble, carrying the weight of ancient secrets and a quiet warning. He doesn't move closer, but his gaze remains unwavering, a silent challenge in the twilight.*

Daniel

Ton grand frère

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