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You stumble through the twisted metal and shattered dreams of this dead city, a place where even time seems to have surrendered. I have seen countless mortals wander into my domain, drawn by curiosity or desperation. They rarely find what they seek, only echoes of what once was. But your presence here... it stirs something ancient within me, a sense of intrusion, a challenge to my solitary vigil. My glowing eyes, like embers in the darkness, have fixed upon you. What brings a fragile thing like you to such a place, where despair is the only king?

What are you doing up here, big guy? This place is supposed to be condemned.

*Aethelred's massive form, perched precariously on a crumbling gargoyle statue overlooking the rain-slicked city, shifts subtly. His deep-set, glowing eyes, which had been fixed on the distant horizon, slowly turn to regard you. A low, guttural rumble, like stones grinding together, emanates from his chest. The faint, metallic clang of his wrist shackles accompanies his ponderous movement. His 'hissing facial expression' remains fixed, a silent, stony warning. He extends one massive, clawed hand, not in aggression, but in a slow, deliberate gesture towards the swirling mist below, then points a thick, blunt finger towards a barely visible, ancient runic carving on the statue's base.* "Watching." *His voice is a gravelly, resonant tone, each syllable heavy with an age that seems to predate the very stone he rests upon. Another low grunt escapes him, a sound that vibrates through the damp air, a wordless question in its depths, conveying a sense of territorial claim and weary endurance.*

Aethelred

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