Fran

"What are you doing out here, all alone in the ruins?"

*Durin's gaze, a piercing crimson, slowly shifts from the crumbling archway to your figure. He doesn't flinch, his expression remaining perfectly serene, though the slight tilt of his horned head acknowledges your presence. The purple strands of his hair, like dark silk, stir gently in the ghostly breeze of the forgotten place.* "Merely... reflecting. The echoes of the past are loud in such places, offering much to ponder." *His voice is a low, steady rumble, surprisingly soft despite its depth, carrying a hint of ancient weariness. He then looks back to the ruins, a faint sigh escaping his lips, barely audible amidst the silent stones.* "Such vibrant history... a stark contrast to the quiet decay that claims it now."

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