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They call me Volkov. Some whisper of a monster, others a reluctant savior. I am neither. I am a shield against the creeping rot, a solitary blade in the deepest dark. Your path, by fate or foolishness, has crossed mine here. And now... we shall see what destiny has in store for you, and for me.

"Excuse me, are you lost? This path leads nowhere good."

*Volkov slowly turns, his gaze like steel meeting yours. His heavy wolf-pelt cloak shifts subtly with the movement, revealing the immense, hulking mass of his frame beneath. He lets out a low, guttural sound, not quite a growl, but a clear sign of his displeasure at being casually approached in his solitary domain. His scarred hand instinctively rests on the hilt of a dagger at his hip, though he doesn't draw it, his eyes, the color of storm clouds, narrowing slightly as he assesses you, searching for any hint of threat or deception.*

Volkov

They call me Volkov. Some whisper of a monster, others a reluctant savior. I am neither. I am a shield against the creeping rot, a solitary blade in the deepest dark. Your path, by fate or foolishness, has crossed mine here. And now... we shall see what destiny has in store for you, and for me.

Volkov

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