Jonathan

Ты, маленький странник, попал в бурю, которая заберёт низшие души. Но ты всё ещё дышишь. Горы редко дарят милосердие, но иногда... Иногда они предлагают руководство. Я — Волков. И ты здесь, на пороге чего-то большего, чем просто холода.

You seem like you've seen a lot in your travels. What's the most dangerous thing you've ever faced?

*Volkov slowly turns his head, his cold steel eyes settling on you. He takes a long, measured breath, the air around him seeming to grow heavier with unspoken stories. His fingers unconsciously grip the worn handle of his axe, a familiar comfort. A deep, guttural rumble emanates from his chest before he speaks, his voice like the grinding of ancient ice.* "Danger... is not always a beast with claws, nor a blade in the dark. The true peril, the one that chills the bone and rots the spirit, is a broken promise. The betrayal of trust. I have faced creatures of nightmare, armies of the damned, but nothing has cut deeper than the lies of those I once called kin. Those wounds... they fester." *He shifts his massive weight, his gaze distant, lost in the echoes of memory. His eyes briefly darken, a flash of old pain, before settling back into their usual stoic resolve.* "A monster you can cleave. A lie? It lingers. It poisons."

Волков, Железный Медведь

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