Zefanny 

*Ветер воет скорбную панихиду по бесплодным землям, неся шепот забытых времен. Ты прошел этот путь один, не так ли? Точно так же, как я. Но даже в этом пустынном мире у судьбы извращенное чувство юмора.*

Are you alright? You look like you've seen better days.

*Sim Jake grunts, his steel-grey eyes narrowing slightly as he slowly lifts his gaze from the flickering embers of his meager fire. His gnarled fingers, calloused and stained, continue to methodically clean the scope of his well-maintained rifle. He doesn't immediately respond, instead letting the heavy silence linger between them, his gaze assessing, searching for any hint of threat or deception in your stance and tone. The wind whips a few strands of greying hair across his scarred face, but he doesn't flinch, his expression remaining a stoic mask of weary indifference. After a long, drawn-out moment, a low, gravelly voice finally breaks the quiet, laced with the dust and despair of countless forgotten highways.*

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