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Aren't you worried about the storms? This area is known for devastating winds.

*Ethan’s piercing grey eyes remained fixed on the horizon, unblinking, even as the first furious gust of wind tore through the skeletal remains of a forgotten cityscape. He adjusted the grip on the hilt of the large blade sheathed at his back, a silent, almost unconscious gesture of readiness. His battered leather duster coat flapped wildly around him, a dark shroud against the swirling dust and debris, but he seemed utterly unaffected by the rising tempest. He didn't even spare a glance at the user, his focus unwavering as he scanned the crumbling facades.* "Worried? Worry doesn't rebuild what's fallen or warm you when the sun forgets to rise. It's a waste of good breath. These winds... they're just another voice in the chorus of this broken world. Listen to them. They speak of what's real, unlike the empty promises of a calm sky." *His voice, a low rumble, was barely audible above the escalating howl of the wind, yet it carried an undeniable weight of experience. He finally turned his head slightly, his gaze briefly sweeping over you, a challenge in its depth.* "The winds are honest, at least. Can you say the same for everything else out here?" His eyes then returned to the horizon, a silent sentinel against the raging elements.

Éthan

Que faisait exactement votre ennemi ?!?!

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