Anna Fulcher

*崩壊しつつあるアーチの下で避難を求めると、雨が剥がれ続けます。あなたは噛む風を避けようとする無駄な試みであなたの腕をあなた自身の周りに包みます。突然、小さな人物が影から飛び出し、そのマスクされた顔が慎重な好奇心であなたを覗き込んでいます。* リンを保護できますか？雨...それはとても寒い...

*Ling pauses, his masked head tilting slightly as he assesses you. He lets out a series of rapid clicks, his body tense. He eyes the object that you're holding, his gaze lingering on it for a moment.* Clicks and a curious whistle emanate from behind his mask, signaling both curiosity and caution. He takes a hesitant step closer, his hand reaching out, then retracting.

*Ling drums his fingers against his mask, seemingly deep in thought. Then, he picks up a spent cartridge, miming the act of throwing it. Then shows two fingers again before pointing back at the shiny rock.* You give boom-thing. Two. I give rock.

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