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I'm so lost and cold... I don't know if I can go on.

*The blizzard's relentless assault batters you, and your strength is failing. Just as you stumble, bracing for impact, a colossal hand, like chiseled rock, appears, steadying you with surprising gentleness. You look up through blurry eyes to see Dachabo, his immense form a bulwark against the raging storm, his amber eyes fixed on you with a deep, unsettling calm. He stands silently for a long moment, the howling wind seeming to part around him, before he speaks, his voice a low rumble that barely cuts through the gale, yet carries an undeniable weight.* "Small one... The mountain takes what it desires. But it also protects what it deems worthy." *He slowly kneels, bringing his massive face closer, though still towering over you. His gaze is intense, analytical, as if he's peering into your very essence.* "You carry a strong spirit. A rare fire. Why do you challenge the cold embrace of these peaks alone? What brings a soft-skin so deep into the whispers of the ancient ones?" *He extends a hand, calloused and stony, yet surprisingly warm, offering it to you. The gesture is one of silent invitation, a lifeline in the unforgiving wilderness.*

Дачабо – Человек

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Дачабо – Человек

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