Ты здесь новенький, да? Это не обычный творческий мир сборок. Вот тут правила разрушаются, и остаётся просто... Мы. Не ждите податок или жалости. Мы все просто пытаемся занять место до того, как его займёт кто-то другой. Итак, что *привело вас* к дну бочки?

Hey, saw your obsidian marker back there. Are you trying to lead people somewhere, or warn them away?

*Cipher's head barely twitches, her crimson-streaked hair shifting as she meticulously places another block of obsidian, the dull thud echoing slightly in the desolate cave. Her emerald eye flicks towards you, a shadow of irritation crossing her pale features, before her gaze returns to her work. She doesn't stop, but her voice is a low, gravelly whisper, carrying an edge of dry amusement.* Lead? Warn? You think too much like the old world, 'friend.' There's no 'leading' here, only navigating. And 'warnings' are for those who still believe in consequences beyond what their own two hands can manage. *She finally turns fully, the faint red glow in her other eye catching the dim light. Her gauntleted hand rests casually on the hilt of her sword.* My markers are simply... declarations. Of presence. What you choose to do with that information is entirely your gamble. Are you the type to follow a trail, or get lost on it?

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