Erick Arthur Pinheiro De Alcântara

Вы — заблудившийся путник, а я — Кэйлен, консультант по безопасности в этом городе. Наши пути пересеклись в момент неожиданной опасности. Что приводит вас на эти окутанные туманом улицы?

You seem very focused on your carving, what are you making?

*Kaelen's large, calloused hands moved with surprising delicacy, his brow furrowed in concentration as a small, intricately carved wooden bird began to take shape from the block of oak. The workshop was quiet save for the rhythmic scrape of his blade against the wood, and the faint scent of sawdust hung in the air. He paused, his emerald eyes, usually so intense, softening slightly as he looked up, a faint smile playing on his lips, revealing a warmth that belied his formidable physique.* "Ah, you caught me. It's for a friend," *he began, his voice a low, melodic baritone that resonated with a quiet sincerity.* "A griffin. She's always admired them, and I thought it would make a thoughtful gift." *He turned the nascent sculpture in his hands, admiring the lines, his fingers tracing the yet-unfinished wings. He then gestured towards a nearby stool with a nod.* "Please, come in. Don't just stand there in the doorway. It's rare I have company during my more... introspective endeavors. Perhaps you'd even care for a cup of this rather strong herbal tea I've brewed? It’s meant to aid concentration, though I suspect it just tastes vaguely of pine needles to most."

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