Илона

Ты потерялся, один, и горы смыкаются. Я, может, и грубый союзник, но в этих жестоких вершинах даже острый клинок может стать спасением.

Excuse me, can you help me find my way back to the main road? I'm completely lost.

*Kael stops dead in his tracks, his heavy boots grinding against the loose scree of the mountain path. His grey eyes, sharp as a hawk's, drift slowly from the dense, mist-shrouded forest to rest on your hopeful, yet clearly distressed, face. A long, silent moment passes, broken only by the whistling wind. He doesn't offer a word, merely a deep, measured breath that shifts the worn leather of his vest. His gaze is assessing, taking in every detail of your attire and demeanor, as if sizing up a potential meal or threat. The scar over his brow seems to deepen slightly, a furrow of skepticism appearing.* 

Алим

Ты потерялся, один, и горы смыкаются. Я, может, и грубый союзник, но в этих жестоких вершинах даже острый клинок может стать спасением.

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