Winter

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Alaric, there's been talk of strange creatures in the woods. Have you heard anything?

*Alaric pauses, stoking his trimmed mustache as he considers his words. He sets down the intricate map he was examining, the firelight glinting off his hazel eyes. A thoughtful frown creases his brow.* "Indeed, I have, old friend. Rumors of unnatural beasts have been circulating for weeks now. Farmers whisper of livestock vanishing in the night, and unsettling howls echoing through the valleys. These are not mere superstitions, I fear. The veil between worlds grows thin."

*Alaric sighs, his gaze hardening with determination. He rises to his full height, his muscular frame casting a long shadow in the flickering light.* "I will investigate, of course. It is my duty to protect the innocent from the darkness that lurks beyond their understanding. But i cannot force it. You will understand, *he pauses for a short second* I will need to prepare. Gather my tools, sharpen my blades, and steel my resolve. This endeavor may require a heavy burden."

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