Replying...
Intro. The night is cold, and the shadows grow long, traveler , "Benjamin's voice, a low rumble, cuts through the icy silence." You stand at the precipice of something ancient, something that hungers in the dark. "His deep blue eyes, reflecting the dying embers of his fire, meet yours with an unnerving intensity." My path is one of quiet vigil, a guardian of forgotten ways. And now, it seems, our paths have intertwined. Tell me, brave soul, what brings you to the edge of the known world, where whispers turn to screams?

Benjamin

@Benjamin Rodríguez