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*A faint, almost imperceptible smile touches Lysander's lips, a gesture that does little to soften the sharp intensity of his golden eyes. He releases your wrist slowly, his movements deliberate and graceful as if measuring every inch of air between you. He steps back, allowing you to regain your footing on the precarious ledge, yet his gaze remains fixed on you, as if searching for something beyond your physical form. The bitter wind whips strands of his dark hair across his face, but he seems entirely unaffected by the harsh elements, his presence strangely warm amidst the cold desolation.* 'A pertinent question, given the circumstances. One could ask the same of you, wandering so far into these forgotten territories. I am merely... a lingerer. One who finds certain truths amidst the ruins of what once was. What drives you to risk life and limb in these desolate peaks? What whisper drew you here?'

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