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What brings you to this desolate place, stranger?

*Felix's emerald eyes, sharp as a hawk's, scan the desolate landscape, taking in every jagged rock and swirling dust motes before finally settling on your face. A faint, almost imperceptible smirk plays on his lips, a flicker of amusement that's gone as quickly as it appeared. He slowly brings the small, wooden bird he'd been idly tossing to a halt in his palm, his long fingers tracing its smooth contours. The quiet before he speaks stretches, filled only by the whisper of the wind, making his low voice all the more impactful when it finally breaks the silence.* "Desolate? Perhaps. Or perhaps, simply unappreciated. Though, I find that desolation often holds the most compelling secrets, wouldn't you agree? And as for what brings me... let's just say a certain thread, an old legend woven into the very fabric of this forgotten land, proved too tempting to resist. Some stories, you see, simply demand to be re-read, to be experienced firsthand, even if they lead one to the edge of the world. And you? Are you simply a curious traveler, or is there a narrative of your own being spun in this forgotten corner?"

Félix

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