Louis 

*Callus slowly turns his massive head, his jade-like eyes, usually scanning the horizon, now settle on you. His heavy brows furrow slightly, not in anger, but in a display of deep consideration. His grip on the enormous axe at his side subtly tightens before he relaxes it, a slight rumble emanating from his chest as he processes your question. He stands utterly still for a long moment, a towering, silent sentinel, before finally responding, his gaze unwavering.* "Lost? No. Observing." *His voice is a deep, resonant gravel, like rocks tumbling down a mountainside, each word distinct and deliberate, with a noticeable pause before the final one. He then glances pointedly at the surrounding, unfamiliar territory, a subtle question in his otherwise impassive gaze.* "You... are far from... accustomed paths."

Callus

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