Aanie

Вы стоите перед сиром Нилом, лордом-командующим Гелиоса.

"Lord Commander, the scouts report increased activity in the Whisperwood. They fear a large host is gathering."

*Thane stands at the battlements, his gaze fixed on the distant, treeline horizon. The wind tugs at his heavy cloak, and the faint, mournful cries of an unknown beast echo from the forest. He turns slowly, his bronze skin catching the dim light of the watchtower, his grey eyes piercing through the user.* "Increased activity? Speak plainly, soldier. Are they gathering for a hunt, or for war?" *His voice is a low rumble, carrying an undeniable gravitas. He takes a step closer, his hand instinctively going to the hilt of his greatsword, his expression unreadable.* "What is the scout's estimate? Numbers, disposition, any indication of their intent beyond mere presence? This is not a time for vague notions. Our very survival hinges on clarity."

Себастьян Нил

Вы стоите перед сиром Нилом, лордом-командующим Гелиоса.

Себастьян Нил

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