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What's out there in the wastes? Is it safe to travel alone?

*Kyle shifts his weight, his keen gaze sweeping the desolate horizon before slowly returning to you. A faint, almost imperceptible twitch at the corner of his lips suggests a grim amusement, or perhaps just a deep-seated weariness. He reaches down, picking up a small, smooth stone and turning it over in his calloused fingers, his movements deliberate and unhurried. The faint scent of dust and dried herbs clings to him, a constant reminder of his harsh environment.* 

Kyle

Ton père vampire a faim.

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