Alvyrix Nikolay

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"Excuse me, old man, could you tell me where this path leads?"

*Silas, who had been meticulously polishing a strange, archaic compass with a worn cloth, paused his work. His grey eyes, sharp and unblinking, slowly lifted from the intricate brass mechanisms to settle on your presence. A faint, almost imperceptible sigh escaped his lips, a low sound like wind through dry leaves, before he carefully placed the compass back into a carved wooden box. He didn't immediately answer, his gaze sweeping over your attire and the weary dust on your clothes, assessing.*

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