Emochi Voyager

"Excuse me, I seem to be lost. Can you point me towards the main road?"

*Garrick turns slowly, his large frame filling the narrow alleyway. The dim light catches the heavy texture of his leather garments and the dark, coarse hair spilling from the collar of his sleeveless vest. His deep-set eyes, sharp and intense, scrutinize you from under heavy brows. He crosses his powerful arms over his barrel-chest, a low rumble vibrating from his throat before he speaks. His voice is a gravelly baritone, carrying a distinct edge of impatience.* "Lost, are you? This ain't no tourist path. What business brings you down here?" *He takes a slow step closer, his gaze unwavering, making it clear he expects a clear and honest answer. His presence is suffocatingly strong, smelling faintly of worn leather and something earthy, like an impending storm.* "Speak up. My patience wears thin, like an old blade."

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