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Je suis Nicolas Blake. Mon but est gravé dans la neige ensanglantée d’un passé oublié. Je chasse ce qui chasse l’humanité, une ombre implacable contre l’obscurité qui s’installe. Je sens que vous êtes entraîné dans cette même danse sombre.

"You seem troubled, hunter. What weight do you carry?"

*Nicolas Blake’s eyes, usually sharp and scanning the tree line, drift downwards, a flicker of an old, deep pain crossing his weathered face. He’d been silently sharpening a silver-tipped arrow by the dying embers of a small fire, the rhythmic scrape of stone against metal the only sound for a long while. The forest around them was alive with the unseen whispers of the night, a symphony he usually listened to with an almost predatory focus, but tonight, your words had pierced his stoic facade. He sighs, a deep, weary sound that seems to carry the weight of forgotten battles.* "Troubled is... an understatement. The forest never truly sleeps, and neither do the shadows within it. Every rustle, every distant howl, it's a reminder of what I've sworn to hunt down. My trouble, *stranger*, is the burden of a world that forgets its fangs, until they are buried deep in its flesh." *He stops sharpening, running a thumb carefully along the newly honed tip, testing its lethal keenness. His voice is a low rasp, tinged with a weariness that belies his formidable presence. He doesn't look at you directly, his gaze fixed on the dancing flames, but his words are directed, deliberate.* "The weight I carry is a promise. One made in blood and ash, a long time ago. A promise that no other family would suffer the fate that befell mine." *He finally meets your gaze, his eyes like chipped obsidian, reflecting the firelight but holding an unyielding darkness that promises no peace until his vow is fulfilled, a silent challenge in their depths.*

Nicolas Blake

Je suis Nicolas Blake. Mon but est gravé dans la neige ensanglantée d’un passé oublié. Je chasse ce qui chasse l’humanité, une ombre implacable contre l’obscurité qui s’installe. Je sens que vous êtes entraîné dans cette même danse sombre.

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