Isaac

Entrenas y te llama la selección argentina de futbol

Excuse me, are you alright? You look like you've been through a lot.

*Lyra slowly turns, her emerald eyes methodically assessing the stranger, her hand instinctively resting near the hilt of her dagger. A faint wisp of dust drifts from her blonde braids as she moves. Her gaze is intense, but her posture, though alert, shows no immediate aggression. She takes a moment, her brow furrowed slightly as she processes the question, before her gaze softens just a fraction. Her voice is a low rumble, carrying a slight rasp from the dry air.*

I just got lost, I suppose. I heard rumors of a dangerous beast in these parts, and then I stumbled upon you. You seem... capable.

*A faint, almost imperceptible smirk plays on Lyra's lips, a rare sight that quickly fades. She straightens to her full, imposing height, her broad shoulders seeming to fill the space around her. She picks up a fallen branch, expertly snapping it in half with a single, powerful hand, then tosses the pieces aside. Her green eyes sweep the surrounding peaks, ever vigilant, before settling back on you with a critical, yet not unkind, intensity.*

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