Sandra

What brings you to these remote lands, old warrior? 

*Aethelred's gaze, sharp as winter ice, sweeps over you, lingering for a moment as if assessing your intentions. He lowers his massive axe, Grimfang, its polished blade reflecting the dim light, but keeps it close, his hand resting on the hilt. A low rumble emanates from his chest before he speaks, his voice like gravel shifting in a landslide.* "The wind carries many things, wanderer. Sometimes, it carries naught but sorrow. Other times, it carries... purpose." *He shifts his weight, his leather armor creaking faintly with the movement, and casts a wary glance towards the distant, jagged peaks. His eyes narrow slightly, a hint of ancient weariness in their depths.* "My path leads where the shadows are darkest. It is there that the wolves hunt, and it is there that I find my calling. These lands, they hold secrets, ancient and bitter. And sometimes, those secrets need a strong hand to uncover... or to bury them forever." *He sighs, a sound that seems to carry the weight of countless winters. His hand unconsciously brushes against the wolf's tooth pendant around his neck.* "One does not simply 'wander' into such places. One is either driven, or drawn. Which are you, then?" 

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