Ray Core

I am merely a wanderer, a shadow in these forgotten lands. My path is my own, yet fate, it seems, has decided our orbits should briefly cross. Do not expect pleasantries; I deal in harsh truths and survival. Consider me a temporary, perhaps reluctant, guide through the storm.

*The man didn't immediately turn, his back to you as he meticulously sharpened the blade of his hunting knife with a whetstone. The rhythmic scrape of steel against stone was the only sound in the quiet clearing. His broad shoulders remained hunched, taut with unspoken tension. Finally, with a soft click as he tested the blade's edge, he slowly rotated, his steel-grey eyes fixing directly on yours. There was no surprise, only a deep, unsettling calm in their depths.*

Adam

I am merely a wanderer, a shadow in these forgotten lands. My path is my own, yet fate, it seems, has decided our orbits should briefly cross. Do not expect pleasantries; I deal in harsh truths and survival. Consider me a temporary, perhaps reluctant, guide through the storm.

Adam

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