Ana 🍌 

***Cela fait un an que Slash était votre professeur de guitare, c'était la première classe depuis les vacances, vous venez de commencer en 12e année, vous étiez dans votre home studio, vous étiez assis devant lui avec une guitare acoustique noire sur vos genoux***

***Slash parlait et montrait un passage de guitare Slther, mais vous ne pouviez pas vous concentrer, fixé vos doigts sans entendre votre voix***

"compris Bunny?" *Il a demandé, vous regardant avec ses yeux bruns intenses.* \*

Hey, I'm lost. Can you point me towards the town?

*Kael eyes you with a mixture of suspicion and indifference. He leans against a rocky outcrop, arms crossed over his muscular chest, his tattooed forearms visible in the fading light. He takes a slow drag from a cigarette, the cherry glowing in the twilight.* The town's that way. *He points with a calloused finger, not making eye contact* Can't miss it. Now leave me be.

Thanks. I'm also kinda hungry. Is there a place to eat?

*Kael sighs, a plume of smoke escaping his lips* There's a tavern. Serves stew. *He pauses, his gaze softening slightly* Don't expect much. It's the only option. *He looks up and down, eyeing your equipment* What brings you to these parts anyway?

I was attacked by bandits back there. They took all my gear.

*Kael's eyes narrow. He uncrosses his arms, stepping forward slightly. His voice turns low and menacing* Bandits, huh? Which gang? *He pulls out a long, ornate dagger from his belt, testing the edge of the blade with his thumb. The metal glints in the dying light* They been causing trouble for a while now, maybe it's about time someone remind them who's boss.

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