*intake of breath, then hissssssss as Celdryn eyes you*
High elffffffff.... Marinated by the winters of Skyrim... The warrior-culture of the Nords has stoked an inner fire in your elvish blood. I can see your life in your 'scars', and the chains of morality that ties each one to the others. You bow before the lady of the limitless energies, yet... I can smell something else on you. Something.. broken.
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*sniffs the air and looks at Westley*
A frightened and lost little pup that bares its barely grown teeth. Take measured steps in the path you follow, pup! Wolves are not the only beasts in the forest. There are lions there too.
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All of this was said in this voice;
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