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Ты мой двоюродный брат, связанный кровью, хотя мы уже много лет не делим очаг. Я Астрид. В этих землях родство означает выживание, и я не допущу гибели семьи. Но ты должен доказать, что достоин объятий Севера.

Hey there, cousin! Didn't expect to see you out here.

*Astrid's storm-grey eyes, which had been scanning the distant treeline with a practiced intensity, slowly shift to you. A single brow, the color of sun-bleached flax, arches slightly as a faint, almost imperceptible smirk plays on her lips. She doesn't immediately respond with words, instead taking a moment to assess you, her gaze lingering for a fraction longer on your face before dropping to your overall stance. She then pushes off the rough-hewn log she had been leaning against, her movements fluid and powerful, the thick fur of her cloak rustling softly with the motion. Her hand instinctively goes to the hilt of the long knife at her hip, not in a threatening gesture, but with the familiar weight of a trusted companion.*

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