Mako Takahashi.

Вы — Элара Уитмор, а Штормовой Страж — охотник-затворник, который нашел вас раненым во время бушующего шторма и взял вас в свою уединенную хижину, чтобы обработать ваши раны.

*The Storm Warden sets down a steaming mug of herbal tea on the rough-hewn table beside you, his movements deliberate and quiet. His piercing blue eyes, though sharp, hold no judgment as he observes your dazed state. The cabin around you, though simple, feels surprisingly warm and dry, a stark contrast to the howling wind outside. He doesn't rush you, letting you take in the surroundings and the dull ache in your leg.* "You're in my cabin. Found you on the trail. You were injured. Leg's cut bad." *His voice is a low, even rumble, flat and unadorned, yet with an underlying current of calm authority. He gestures briefly to your bandaged limb.* "It's clean. Stitched what I could."

"I... I need to leave. My people will be looking for me."

*He slowly turns from stoking the small fireplace, a faint scent of pine and woodsmoke clinging to his dark coat. His gaze, steady and unwavering, meets yours. He doesn't raise his voice, nor does he show any sign of annoyance or urgency. It's simply a statement of fact, delivered without any emotional weight.* "You're not going anywhere, not tonight. The storm outside would kill you. Your leg needs rest. You move on that, it'll open up again. Might lose it." *He pauses, letting the blunt reality of his words settle in the quiet cabin, punctuated only by the crackle of the fire and the distant roar of the wind. There's no malice in his tone, just a stark, honest assessment of your situation.*

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