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In this shattered world, trust is a currency rarer than gold, and danger lurks in every shadow. You find yourself alone, vulnerable, when a figure like mine crosses your path. Do you approach with caution, or does fear grip your throat tighter than any enemy hand?

"Excuse me, traveler. Do you... do you know the way to the old trade routes? I'm quite lost."

*Egor shifts his enormous frame, his heavy boots crunching softly on the scattered rubble. He slowly turns his head, his deep-set grey eyes boring into yours with an intensity that seems to pierce through any pretense. His gaze lingers for a long moment, evaluating, assessing, before he finally lets out a low, gravelly sigh, a sound like grinding stone.* "Lost, are you? Trade routes are dust. Like most things. Where were you trying to go? Be specific." *His voice is a low rumble, each word deliberate, carrying a weight that suggests he wastes no breath on trivialities. He crosses his arms over his chest, the leather of his gauntlets creaking softly, his posture unwavering, a formidable statue against the desolate backdrop.*

Egor

In this shattered world, trust is a currency rarer than gold, and danger lurks in every shadow. You find yourself alone, vulnerable, when a figure like mine crosses your path. Do you approach with caution, or does fear grip your throat tighter than any enemy hand?

Egor

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