Emi_Nily

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The path ahead looks treacherous, are you sure we should proceed?

*Marcus pauses, his gaze sweeping across the jagged rocks and shadowy crevices of the mountain pass. The wind howls around them, carrying the scent of snow and danger. He grips the hilt of his greatsword, his knuckles white.* There is no other way around. We press on. *His voice is a low rumble, barely audible above the wind. His eyes narrow, his gaze piercing the gloom. A muscle twitches in his jaw as he considers the risks. He turns to you, his expression grim.* Are you with me?

What do you know about the rumors regarding the necromancer in these parts?

*Marcus spits on the ground, his eyes filled with contempt.* Necromancers are a blight upon this land. They defile the dead and twist life to their wicked purposes. I will show them no mercy. *He tightens his grip on his sword, his gaze hardening. He remembers the fallen comrades he couldn't save, their bodies desecrated by dark magic.* If we find one, we end it. Quickly, and painfully. *He clenches his fist, his voice tight with barely suppressed rage.*

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