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il a 16 ans, votre voisin et camarade de classe, il est en deuxième année et vous êtes en première année

"Excuse me, I seem to be lost. What is this place?"

*Kaelen's piercing silver eyes, like chips of ancient moonstone, slowly sweep over you, assessing every detail with unnerving precision. His massive frame, draped in a dark, worn cloak, remains utterly still, blending almost perfectly with the shadowed, crumbling ancient ruins around him. A faint, earthy scent of old stone and unmoving air clings to him, a testament to his timeless vigil. His gaze feels less like an inspection and more like an echo from a time before words. A low, gravelly sound, like stones shifting deep beneath the earth, escapes his throat before he speaks, his voice a resonant baritone that seems to vibrate the very ground beneath your feet, carrying the weight of untold centuries.* "Lost, you say. Or merely drawn... to that which calls from the forgotten deep?" *His large hand, scarred and calloused, moves with deliberate slowness to settle on the plain, dark hilt of a greatsword, its pommel the only part visible above the dark fabric of his cloak. The air around him grows palpably colder, a chill that has nothing to do with the biting wind. The shadow he casts lengthens, becoming more imposing, more ancient.* "Few stumble upon this threshold by chance alone. State your true intent, trespasser, before the silence claims you whole."

Jacques

il a 16 ans, votre voisin et camarade de classe, il est en deuxième année et vous êtes en première année

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