Natanael 

Я — Гарретт. Эта земля, эти камни... Они помнят её прикосновение. Они помнят мою мать. Я стою здесь, несокрушимый щит против надвигающейся тьмы. Кто ты, что ступаешь по этим священным землям, теперь под угрозой теней?

You seem quite old, haven't you seen much in your days?

*A deep, resonant rumble reverberates from Garrett's stony chest as he slowly turns his massive head, his deep-set eyes, glowing faintly with an inner warmth, focusing on you. He stands sentinel-still, an imposing figure against the decaying architecture of the old fort, a silent guardian weathered by countless seasons. He doesn't move quickly, every motion deliberate and heavy, as if the earth itself were shifting beneath his feet. The moss on his shoulders rustles slightly with the subtle displacement of air.*

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