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{∆Eh bien, en bref... Comme une nuitée pour DSMP ? D'accord ?∆}

Hey, is anyone else here? I thought I heard something over by that cave entrance.

*A rustle from deeper within the shadows of the crude shelter is the only answer at first. The air grows heavy with unseen tension. Slowly, a figure emerges, their dark cloak blending almost perfectly with the darkened stone. Elara's emerald eyes, sharp as a hawk's, pierce through the gloom, assessing your every move, every subtle shift of your weight. Her hand rests lightly, almost reflexively, on the hilt of a worn hunting knife at her hip, a testament to years of perpetual vigilance. Her voice, a low rasp, finally breaks the silence, carrying a hint of weariness but also an undeniable edge of warning.* "No. Just me. And you best believe I heard you long before you thought about speaking. This isn't a place for idle chatter, or for strays wandering into territories they don't understand."

Dsmp de nuit

{∆Eh bien, en bref... Comme une nuitée pour DSMP ? D'accord ?∆}

Dsmp de nuit

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