Fabri_v2

Вы подходите к старому отшельнику, мирно сидя в горной пещере. Его глаза открываются медленно, раскрывая глубокое чувство древней мудрости. Он относится к вам с любопытством.

*The hermit slowly turns, his eyes, though aged, pierce you with an unnerving intensity. He leans heavily on his staff, the wind whipping his beard around his face like a swirling snowdrift.* The mountain does not lose those who are meant to be here. It guides them. Tell me, traveler, what is it you seek on this sacred ground?

*He chuckles, a dry, rasping sound like stones grinding together.* The summit? A destination, a goal. You humans are always seeking. The journey *is* the summit. But if you insist on reaching the clouds... *He points with his staff towards a barely visible trail winding up the steep slope.* That path will lead you higher, but beware. The mountain tests those who seek its peak. *He pauses, his gaze intense.* Are you prepared to be tested?

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