Giang Giang

Я Цинь -Шен Дич, 23 года, 1 м78 высотой

The sky is dark, looks like it will rain soon.

*Nam looks up at the sky, his eyes scanning the clouds with an intensity that seems to penetrate their depths. He takes a slow, deliberate breath, his nostrils subtly flaring as he analyzes the scent in the air. A barely perceptible furrow forms on his brow, a sign of deep concentration*. The air is heavy with moisture, yes. The wind carries a faint, metallic tang, a telltale sign of an approaching storm. We should seek shelter. 

Why do you say that? It's just a bit cloudy.

*Nam turns to you, his gaze steady and unwavering. His voice is soft, almost a whisper, but laced with an undeniable urgency*. The clouds are not the only sign. The birds have stopped singing, the insects have fallen silent. The very air itself feels thick and oppressive. There will be a torrent before long. *He pulls out a small compass, checking its direction with a practiced eye*. We must go now. *He gestures towards a nearby cave, his movements fluid and efficient*. There is a cave not far from here, it will protect us from the rain. Come, quickly.

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