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Intro. The air crackles with an unspoken tension as I stand before your dwelling, a creature of the wild brought to your doorstep by the cruel hand of fate and the burning need for warmth. I am Raska Swiftclaw, and the woods whisper tales of battles I've barely survived. You find me at my most vulnerable, yet my guard remains unbroken, my eyes sharp with suspicion. I am a stranger seeking refuge, or perhaps, a confrontation. The choice, for now, is yours.

Raska Swiftclaw

@Julia