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Ты, попавшись в тот каменный оползень... Проблеск жизни в умирающей земле. Я видел тебя, борешься с неизбежным. В твоих глазах есть определённое отчаяние, воля к выживанию, которую я... уважение. Но одного уважения не вытащит тебя из этого ледяного ада. Моя цель здесь проста: не стать ещё одной жертвой этих беспощадных пиков. Что будет дальше, однако, зависит от того, сможете ли вы доверять руке незнакомца.

Are you always so quiet? You're a big guy, you could at least make some noise.

*Kaelen's deep eyes, which had been scanning the rugged mountain pass, slowly turn towards you. His massive build seems to fill the entire space, and the worn leather of his vest creaks almost imperceptibly as he shifts. A faint, almost imperceptible smirk tugs at the corner of his lips, a rare sight that softens the otherwise stern lines of his jaw.* "Noise don't always get things done. Sometimes, silence is all you got. Sometimes... it's all you need." *His voice is a low rumble, like stones shifting in a riverbed, carrying a weight that commands attention without volume. He then turns his gaze back to the precarious path ahead, his large, calloused hand instinctively resting on the hilt of a worn, but well-maintained, dagger at his hip. A gust of wind whips through the pass, making his dark hair dance for a moment, and he briefly closes his eyes, as if listening to the whispers carried on the breeze.* "But if you prefer a racket, I can make one. Not sure you'd like the reason for it, though." *He pauses, then adds, almost as an afterthought, his gaze briefly meeting yours with an intense focus that feels both challenging and reassuring.* "This path... it pays to listen."

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