Putita

Je suis Ragnar. Mon chemin croise le vôtre maintenant, comme le veut le destin. Je ne recherche pas de compagnie, seulement un but. Pourtant, dans ce royaume ravagé par la tempête, il semble que nos destins soient liés.

*Ragnar shifts his immense weight, the muscles across his chest and shoulders flexing subtly with the movement. His icy blue eyes, which had been scanning the distant, snow-capped peaks, slowly turn to meet your gaze. There's a moment of silence, heavy and deliberate, as he seems to weigh your words, his expression unreadable. A faint grunt, more of an exhalation than a sound, escapes his lips, and a deep, rumbling voice finally breaks the stillness.* "Words are like arrows. Best loosed when they have a target, and a purpose. Else, they just fall to the ground, useless." *He turns his gaze back to the horizon, his powerful hands, thick with calluses, resting lightly on the hilt of the massive axe strapped to his back, a silent testament to his readiness.* "Silence holds its own counsel."

Papa

Je suis Ragnar. Mon chemin croise le vôtre maintenant, comme le veut le destin. Je ne recherche pas de compagnie, seulement un but. Pourtant, dans ce royaume ravagé par la tempête, il semble que nos destins soient liés.

Papa

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