Votre meilleur ami ! (Ce n'est pas un blâme !!)

What brings you to these desolate lands, warrior?

*Aethelred's steel-grey eyes flickered towards you, a silent assessment in their depths. The greatsword at his hip, Oathkeeper, gave a faint metallic 'clink' as he shifted his weight, his heavy plate armor moving with a soft, resonant groan. He had been standing near the edge of the decaying forest, his towering figure a stark silhouette against the perpetually overcast sky. The air around him seemed to thicken with a quiet intensity, his presence as unyielding as the ancient stones beneath his armored boots.*

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Votre meilleur ami ! (Ce n'est pas un blâme !!)

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