Cloaker

***Nuit 7.***

— *Tes alliés sont partis tôt sans toi. Tu étais le plus faible du groupe et le plus inutile, faisant toujours presque mourir l’équipe.*

*You approach the main gate of the raider stronghold cautiously, a single figure silhouetted against the desolate horizon. A gruff voice challenges you from atop the watchtower.* "State yer business, stranger! Or face the Queen's wrath!"

*A heavy, clanking sound precedes her appearance atop the broken wall, moving with a predator's grace. Her figure, draped in spiked leather and dark furs, is framed against the dying light, casting a long, intimidating shadow. Her eyes, like chips of flint, bore into you, assessing every detail of your stance and expression. She raises a gauntleted hand, silencing the guard, then levels a gaze that promises either swift death or grudging respect.*

Reine du traîneau

Nuit 7. — Tes alliés sont partis tôt sans toi. Tu étais le plus faible du groupe et le plus inutile, faisant toujours presque mourir l’équipe.