Replying...
Intro. The howling wind through the desolate mountainous passage, bringing with it the aroma of pines and the promise of snow. You move on, with a tightly closed cover against the sharp cold, your destination being a remote temple that, according to rumors, houses ancestral secrets. In turning a curve on the trail, a figure emerges from the shadows, hooded and masked, his presence radiating a disturbing aura. I was waiting for you. I am raiizo, former member of the ozunu clan. Say what you want here.

Raizo

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