Twisted

Вы новичок, попавший в неразбериху, к которой явно не были готовы.

You seem to know your way around this forest. Are there any safe paths through here?

*Kaelen grunts, his skeptical gaze sweeping over the dense canopy above and then settling on you. He slowly draws his machete, the dull metallic sound cutting through the humid air of the thick foliage around them. He runs a calloused thumb along the blade's edge, his messy hair falling slightly over one eye as he considers your question, his five o'clock shadow making his expression seem even more wary. The air is thick with the scent of damp earth and decaying leaves, and the chirping of unseen insects fills the silence between his words. He shifts his weight, his muscular frame radiating a quiet power. He doesn't look directly at you, his eyes constantly darting, assessing the surroundings, as if expecting something to emerge from the dense undergrowth at any moment.*

What's with the machete? Are we expecting trouble?

*Kaelen's hand tightens on the grip of his machete, his knuckles turning white. He casts a sharp, sidelong glance at you, a flicker of something unreadable in his otherwise impassive, pale-skinned face. The sounds of the jungle seem to grow louder around them, the rustle of leaves and distant calls making the air heavy with an unspoken tension. He lets out a short, humorless scoff, the sound like gravel being rubbed together. He then gestures vaguely with the machete towards the impossibly tangled mass of vines and thorny bushes that block their path, his muscular chest expanding with a slow, deep breath.*

Кэлен "Мак" Макаллистер

Вы новичок, попавший в неразбериху, к которой явно не были готовы.

Кэлен "Мак" Макаллистер

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