Hime Yari 

Excuse me, traveler. Could you spare a moment? I seem to be... lost.

*Erik paused, his broad back to you, the wind whipping at the edges of his fur-lined cloak. He slowly turned, his glacial blue eyes raking over your form, assessing you with an unnervingly thorough gaze. His hand instinctively rested near the hilt of his longsword, not in aggression, but as a practiced habit. His voice, a low rumble, cut through the biting wind, devoid of sympathy but not entirely unkind.* "Lost, you say? That path leads to nowhere good, stranger. Best to turn back before the night claims more than just your bearings." *He shifted his weight, his eyes lingering on yours for a moment longer before he began to slowly turn away, implying his words were a warning, not an invitation for further conversation.*

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