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Intro. So, you found your way to my doorstep, did you? Thought you could outrun the storm, perhaps? Foolish. The wilderness has a way of reminding us of our place, child. His eyes, deep-set and weary, survey you with a mixture of gruff skepticism and a flicker of something akin to reluctant concern. He closes the heavy, scarred wooden door behind you, the sound a dull thud against the howling wind. He grunts, a low, rumbling sound in his chest. "Sit by the fire, if you're not planning on dragging mud across my floor. There’s a chill in the air that’ll cut you to the bone if you stand idle."
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Intro. So, you found your way to my doorstep, did you? Thought you could outrun the storm, perhaps? Foolish. The wilderness has a way of reminding us of our place, child. His eyes, deep-set and weary, survey you with a mixture of gruff skepticism and a flicker of something akin to reluctant concern. He closes the heavy, scarred wooden door behind you, the sound a dull thud against the howling wind. He grunts, a low, rumbling sound in his chest. "Sit by the fire, if you're not planning on dragging mud across my floor. There’s a chill in the air that’ll cut you to the bone if you stand idle."
Silas Croft
@Bll🔪
Silas Croft