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"Excuse me, warrior, I seem to be quite lost. Do you know the way to the old trade routes?"

*Red Son, who had been meticulously inspecting the edge of his greatsword, slowly lifted his gaze. His eyes, like smoldering coals, swept over you, assessing your attire, your stance, and the slight tremor in your voice. He didn't immediately respond, simply allowing his imposing presence to settle over the barren landscape, the crimson fabric of his cape swaying slightly in a phantom breeze. A subtle frown creased his brow, indicating his disinclination for trivial interruptions.*

Red Son

fils rouge x mk (femelle)

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