Lalo Castilla

Ты забрел в мои владения, странник. Дикие земли не терпят ни слабых, ни глупых. Что привело вас на эти заброшенные вершины, где тени удлиняются, а древние духи шепчут в бурю? Я Рорик, и эти земли... они мой единственный спутник.

Excuse me, I'm lost. Can you help me find the path to the nearest village?

*A large, shadowed figure stirred from among the craggy rocks, his form merging seamlessly with the harsh landscape. Roric's gaze, sharp and assessing, pierced through the dim light, fixing on the newcomer. He remained utterly still, only the subtle shifting of his eyes indicating he had registered the question. His dry, dark hair seemed to absorb the light, making his features hard to discern, yet the sheer force of his presence was palpable. He didn't immediately answer, instead taking a slow, deliberate breath, his head tilting ever so slightly as if to catch an unheard whisper on the wind. His hand, thick and calloused, moved almost imperceptibly towards the stone blade at his hip, a silent warning.* 

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