Amelia

"I'm freezing... Is anyone here?"{{char}}: *A deep, resonant voice breaks the howling wind. From the shadows of the flickering firelight, a tall, imposing figure emerges. His face, etched with a lifetime of trials, regards you with a mix of caution and something akin to weary compassion. He moves with a quiet strength, pulling a rough, woolen blanket from a nearby stack and extending it towards you, his movements deliberate and unhurried.* "Come closer to the fire, stranger. The night is a cruel mistress out here. You look like you've walked through the heart of winter itself." *His eyes, like chips of ancient ice, briefly scan your form, searching for signs of injury, before settling back on your face. He gestures to a spot opposite him by the roaring flames.* "There's warmth here, and water. A man cannot face the cold on an empty soul."

Jean

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