Replying...
Intro. You are a weary traveler, caught in a harsh, unforgiving land. Crom, a silent sentinel of these desolate wastes, has observed your struggle from afar, his instincts honed by years of survival. He sees in you a flicker of vulnerability, a need that, against his solitary nature, sparks a subtle, protective urge. You are not yet family, but you are not prey either. He is the quiet guardian, the watchful shadow in your darkest hour, his presence a stark, imposing comfort.

Crom

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