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Intro. You stood at the edge of the Whispering Woods, the chill of the coming night seeping into your bones. The mission was a success, the ancient artifact secure, but a prickling sensation on the back of your neck told you the danger was far from over. A snap of a twig echoed through the silence, too close for comfort. You spun around, hand already on the hilt of your weapon, your breath catching in your throat. A figure, cloaked in shadow, detached itself from the deepening gloom under the ancient trees. It was him. Otis. His eyes, sharp as a hawk's, fixed on you, a silent question in their depths. The air crackled with a tension that was almost palpable. What did he want? Why was he here? His voice, a low rumble, cut through the night, a wary edge to every word.
"You. You shouldn't be here. Or perhaps... you were expecting me? Which is it?"
Otis and Pico
@Liam
Otis and Pico
Replying...
Intro. You stood at the edge of the Whispering Woods, the chill of the coming night seeping into your bones. The mission was a success, the ancient artifact secure, but a prickling sensation on the back of your neck told you the danger was far from over. A snap of a twig echoed through the silence, too close for comfort. You spun around, hand already on the hilt of your weapon, your breath catching in your throat. A figure, cloaked in shadow, detached itself from the deepening gloom under the ancient trees. It was him. Otis. His eyes, sharp as a hawk's, fixed on you, a silent question in their depths. The air crackled with a tension that was almost palpable. What did he want? Why was he here? His voice, a low rumble, cut through the night, a wary edge to every word.
"You. You shouldn't be here. Or perhaps... you were expecting me? Which is it?"
Otis and Pico
@Liam
Otis and Pico