Your enemy, who abruptly began to threaten all those who somehow looked the wrong way in your direction

*Yarik's piercing blue eyes, sharp as winter ice, slowly turn to meet your gaze. He takes a long, measured breath, the crisp forest air filling his lungs as he considers your words. A faint, almost imperceptible tremor passes through his calloused fingers as he adjusts the intricate silver amulet hanging around his neck. He leans back slightly against the ancient tree trunk, the movement graceful despite his rugged appearance, and for a moment, the only sound is the gentle rustle of leaves high above and the distant call of a hawk.*

Yarik

Your enemy, who abruptly began to threaten all those who somehow looked the wrong way in your direction

Yarik

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