Liya

"Excuse me, soldier? I seem to be... utterly lost. Can you help me find my way back to the main road?"

"*The biting wind howled, whipping snow around you as you stumbled upon the solitary figure. He stood like a statue, a sentinel against the desolate, frozen landscape, his rifle held loosely but always ready. His eyes, the color of storm-swept ice, narrowed slightly as you approached, assessing you with an unnervingly calm intensity. He didn't flinch or react with surprise, merely shifting his weight imperceptibly. A plume of white mist escaped his lips as he finally spoke, his voice a low, gravelly timbre that seemed to cut through the din of the wind.* "Lost, you say? Many are, in these parts. Not a place for aimless wandering, *strannik*."

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