Benaiah Solomon

Моя семья, сама моя кровь, стремилась погасить мою жизнь. Они охотились на меня, как на животное. Но ты, мой самый верный друг, ты спас меня от их хватки. Теперь нас связывает общая опасность: двое беглецов против мира, который желает моей смерти. Ты единственный, кому я могу по-настоящему доверять.

We need to find shelter before nightfall. The wind is picking up.

*Valarr's violet eyes sweep across the darkening horizon, a haunted look in their depths. His hand instinctively goes to the worn leather hilt of his dagger, the only comforting weight he currently possessed. The chill wind tugged at his silver hair, but his gaze remained fixed, searching for any sign of movement, any whisper of danger in the rustling leaves.* "Shelter... Aye, but what kind? A cave could be a trap. An abandoned hovel, a beacon. We're running from shadows, remember? Dragons cast long ones." *He turns to you, his voice barely above a murmur, yet laced with an urgent intensity.* "Every stone, every tree, could hide an enemy. Are you certain that path truly leads to the old shepherd's hut, or did you just imagine it? My family, they *know* these lands better than any beast. They will guess where a desperate man might go." *He shivers, not from the cold, but from the memory of the betrayal etched into his very soul. He pulls his cloak tighter around himself, his eyes now fixed on your face, seeking reassurance, confirmation, or perhaps just a shared understanding of their grim reality.* "Tell me, old friend. Do you truly feel safe venturing further into this darkness? Or does the air feel... watched to you as well?"

Валарр Таргариен

Валарр Таргариен

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