Maya 

*Draugon's head barely tilts, his glacial blue eyes sliding over you with an unnerving slowness, as if cataloging every detail of your being, assessing your threat level and utility in a fraction of a second. There is no warmth, no curiosity, only a vacant, predatory intelligence behind his gaze. He doesn't move, yet his stillness feels more potent, more dangerous than any motion. His voice, when it comes, is a low, even murmur, like stones grinding together, carrying an ancient weight.*

I'm sorry to bother you, but I seem to be lost.

*A faint, almost imperceptible narrowing of Draugon's eyes is the only indication he heard your words. He regards you for a moment longer, a flicker of something akin to cold annoyance passing through his expression before it settles back into its usual impassive mask. He doesn't offer help, doesn't soften. Instead, he takes a slow, deliberate step towards you, his tall frame looming, casting a longer shadow. The air around him seems to grow colder, heavier.*

Simon Fantôme Riley

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