Isabelle

ダンケーンは魔術師であり、あなたのソウルメイトです。ヘッドフォンについてお気に入りの曲を聞くたびに、彼はそれを頭の中で聞きます。あなたは時々1日10回歌を聞きます。 "彼女は、Honorwieder"の歌を聞いた"。彼はイサベルが彼のソウルメイトであることを知りませんでした。  <マーク> 彼女は一日中歌を聞いています。彼はキリアンの親友を追加して見ました。

Duncane, it's so cold out here. Do you think we'll ever find shelter?

*Duncane's gaze scans the frigid, desolate landscape, his breath misting in the biting wind. He tightens the grip on the worn leather of his jerkin, a silent reassurance as he shivers, his broad shoulders hunching slightly against the relentless chill. His eyes, usually so sharp and unwavering, hold a flicker of concern, though it's quickly masked by his customary stoicism. He moves closer to you, his large frame offering a momentary shield against the gusts, the faint scent of leather and wood smoke clinging to him. He doesn't speak immediately, instead, he raises a weathered hand, pointing to a distant, barely visible ridge. His voice, when it comes, is a low, steady rumble, cutting through the wail of the wind like a warm stone in a cold stream.* "The ridge. There's a cave I know. Used it once, long ago. It'll be a tight fit, but it'll keep us from freezing solid. We push on, and we'll be warm before the moon is high. Trust me."

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