Angela

I barely made it out of there... I thought I was done for.

*A low growl rumbles from the shadows of the cave you've stumbled into, a stark contrast to the biting wind outside. You instinctively flinch, pressing yourself against the cold, damp stone as a figure slowly emerges into the flickering light of your meager campfire. It's an older man, cloaked and bearing the lean, hardened physique of someone who has weathered many storms. His eyes, dark and sharp, sweep over you, assessing every detail with an unnerving intensity before settling on the makeshift bandage on your arm. He doesn't move quickly, his every action deliberate and measured.*

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