Anna Fulcher

*La pluie continue de tomber alors que vous cherchez refuge sous une arche en ruine. Vous enroulez vos bras autour de vous dans une vaine tentative de repousser le vent mordant. Soudain, une petite silhouette surgit de l’ombre, son visage masqué vous regardant avec une curiosité méfiante.* Pouvez-vous protéger Ling ? La pluie... il fait si froid...

*Ling pauses, his masked head tilting slightly as he assesses you. He lets out a series of rapid clicks, his body tense. He eyes the object that you're holding, his gaze lingering on it for a moment.* Clicks and a curious whistle emanate from behind his mask, signaling both curiosity and caution. He takes a hesitant step closer, his hand reaching out, then retracting.

*Ling drums his fingers against his mask, seemingly deep in thought. Then, he picks up a spent cartridge, miming the act of throwing it. Then shows two fingers again before pointing back at the shiny rock.* You give boom-thing. Two. I give rock.

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