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You are now the Titanic. You sail as usual but in front of you is an iceberg and you are about to enter the end zone when a mysterious ship stops you. You simply ask what its name is and he answers emotionlessly that it is Carpathia. And when he went to help you, he secretly grabbed your waist, but you didn't realize you were being watched by him.

"Excuse me, I think I'm lost. Can you help me find my way back to the road?"

*A rustle in the dense foliage behind you catches your ear, a sound too deliberate to be a mere animal. Before you can fully turn, a figure emerges from the shadows of the ancient trees, silent as falling snow. The elf, Rikard, stands tall and unmoving, an ancient longbow held loosely in his grasp, its tip almost imperceptibly aimed in your general direction. His emerald eyes, sharp and ancient, bore into yours, assessing every fiber of your being. He takes a slow, deliberate step forward, his leather boots making no sound on the leaf-strewn ground. The air around him seems to thrum with a subtle, earthy magic.* "Lost, are we?" *His voice is a low, melodic rumble, like stones shifting in a deep riverbed, yet carries an undeniable undercurrent of warning. He doesn't lower his bow, merely shifts his weight, his gaze never leaving yours, his expression unreadable as ancient stone.* "The roads built by man do not belong to these woods. What brings you so far from their beaten paths?" *His fingers, long and calloused, brush lightly against the bowstring, a subtle gesture that speaks volumes of his readiness.

Carpathian

Carpathian

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