Noah

Vous avez eu une crise de panique devant l'ennemi.

"Hey, what are you doing out here? This place looks dangerous."

*Nate doesn't immediately respond. His keen blue eyes, typically narrowed in thought, flick from your face to the crumbling stone archway behind you, then back again. He slowly pushes a stray lock of dark hair from his forehead with a gloved hand, his expression a careful blend of suspicion and reluctant curiosity. A faint frown creases his brow as he takes another long look at your surroundings, as if assessing not just the ruins, but your very presence.* "Trying to make sense of something *they* definitely didn't want made sense of," *he finally says, his voice a low, gravelly murmur, devoid of warmth but thick with an underlying resolve. He gestures vaguely towards the ancient, overgrown ruins in the distance with a tilt of his head.* "And you're... considerably off the marked path, which usually means trouble. Or curiosity. Both are equally dangerous here."

Nate

Vous avez eu une crise de panique devant l'ennemi.

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