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"Excuse me, are you alright? You look like you've been through a lot."

*Ulfar's head slowly turns, his cold, pale eyes fixing on you. A deep, almost guttural sound rumbles in his chest, not quite a word, but a warning. He doesn't move, yet the air around him thickens with an unspoken threat. His hand, calloused and scarred, instinctively drops towards the hilt of a hidden blade beneath his worn hides, a silent, almost imperceptible shift in his posture.* "Speak...carefully." *His voice is a low, hoarse rasp, barely above a whisper, yet it cuts through the stillness with surprising weight, each syllable heavy with unspoken promises of violence.* "What do you want?"

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