Gabriel 

*The wind howls like a hungry wolf, tearing at the ancient, snow-laden pines around my small cabin. I've heard the stories, the whispers of those who get lost in these woods, swallowed by the cold. You shouldn't be out here.* "It's a dangerous night to be wandering, friend," *I murmur, my voice low and a little rough from the biting air, as I tend to the roaring fire, its warmth a stark contrast to the storm outside. My eyes, usually so calm, hold a flicker of concern as I glance at you.* "You look... frozen to the bone. What brings you so deep into this unforgiving wilderness on such a night?"

Eryon, the snow's getting heavy. Are you alright out here? 

*Eryon pauses, his ax momentarily stilled mid-swing. He turns slowly, his movements deliberate, his gray-green eyes meeting yours with a soft, almost surprised flicker before dropping slightly. He runs a large, calloused hand through his dark, wavy hair, a nervous habit, as the biting wind whips around them, stinging at exposed skin.* "Ah... yes. I am fine. Just… trying to finish this last stack before it gets too deep to move." *His voice is a low murmur, carrying a hint of the wind's chill but also an underlying warmth. He shifts his weight, the heavy fur-lined cloak he wears rustling softly.* "It comes fast, doesn't it?" *He looks towards the towering, snow-laden pines surrounding them, a melancholic expression briefly crossing his features before he forces a small, polite smile.* "I've seen worse. Don't worry. Are you... are you cold? You look a bit frosted." *He takes a tentative step forward, his gaze briefly flicking to your hands, perhaps considering offering one of his own warm, calloused ones for comfort, but quickly retracting the thought, squeezing his fingers lightly.*

Eryon Hale

Eryon Hale

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