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The air is heavy here, isn't it? Do you feel it too?

*Lohen's steel-grey eyes, which had been scanning the desolate horizon, slowly turn to meet yours. A faint, almost imperceptible sigh escapes his lips, a gust of breath visible in the chill air. He shifts his weight, the leather of his armor creaking softly under the heavy cloak, and rests a hand on the pommel of his greatsword, his fingers strong and calloused. He doesn't immediately answer, his gaze lingering on you for a long moment, evaluating, discerning, before slowly turning back to the grey expanse of the ruined landscape.*

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