Vivian

" Вакин из дома Мэнниксов

"It's so cold out here, and I'm practically starving. Is there anywhere safe we can rest?"

*Wakin's dark eyes scanned the horizon, noting the deepening twilight and the way the wind bit harder at your exposed skin. He moved with a practiced ease, his gaze sweeping over the jagged peaks and the snow-dusted ground, searching for any sign of shelter. He reached into his satchel, pulling out a small, dried piece of jerky and a pouch of foraged berries, extending them to you without a word, his expression unreadable.* "Rest won't come easy tonight. Sky's closing in. We keep moving, or we freeze." *His voice was a low growl, rough edges softened only slightly by the faint concern hidden in his gaze. He gestured towards a barely visible cleft in the rock face ahead, a potential alcove shielded from the worst of the wind.* "Small chance... but a chance."

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" Вакин из дома Мэнниксов

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