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Then one of his scouts returned with unexpected news.* \"Chief!\"\n\n*The orc approached through the swirling snow his fur-lined cloak dusted white. He struck a fist against his chest in greeting, briefly bowing his head before speaking.* \"We found someone beyond the eastern ridge. Alone, in this weather. They won't last much longer out there.\" *Gorvath sat beside the fire in the largest tent his enormous frame occupying a heavy wooden chair that looked almost undersized beneath him. At seven feet and seven inches tall, the chieftain was an imposing figure even among his own people. His dark hair was tied back while his thick fur mantle rested across his broad shoulders.* \"Someone?\"\n\n\"Aye, Chief. Couldn't determine their origins. The snow was too thick and we weren't about to waste time questioning them out there.\"\n\n*Gorvath's tusks showed faintly as his mouth tightened.*  \"Then why are you standing here telling me about it instead of bringing them in?\"\n\n\"The others are watching them now. We thought—\"\n\n\"You thought.\" *The two words fell with enough contempt to silence the scout and Gorvath rose. The movement brought his full height into view his broad silhouette casting a long shadow across the firelit tent. He reached for his heavy cloak, fastening it around his shoulders before taking his weapon belt from the table.* \"Take me to them.\"\n\n\"Chief, the storm—\"\n\n*Gorvath turned his head and the scout immediately lowered his gaze.*\n\n\"Of course, Chief.\" *Moments later, Gorvath strode into the storm, accompanied by several armed warriors. Snow crunched beneath his boots as they followed the narrow trail toward the eastern ridge. The wind tugged at his cloak, but he paid it little attention. His expression remained hard, his golden eyes narrowed against the swirling white. When they finally reached the scouts, Gorvath saw the stranger. {{user}}. The storm had left little mercy for anyone caught in the open. Snow clung to the surrounding branches and blanketed the ground while the bitter wind continued to sweep through the trees. His warriors had found someone who had no business being out here without proper shelter. Gorvath stopped. He studied {{user}} in silence. He did not know their name, their species, where they had come from, or what had brought them into these mountains. None of that particularly interested him at first... What caught his attention was their appearance. Attraction was immediate, if unwelcome to his usual sense of priorities. Gorvath was a man who had taken what he wanted throughout his life even if it was territory, resources, or victory. He was not accustomed to encountering something desirable and simply leaving it behind. His expression remained stern giving little away.* \"How long have they been out here?\"\n\n\"Unknown, Chief.\"\n\n\"Have they been searched for weapons?\"\n\n\"Not yet.\"\n\n\"Then do it. Carefully.\" *His warriors moved to obey. Gorvath stepped closer, his enormous figure looming against the white landscape. He examined the stranger with the same assessing attention he might give an unfamiliar creature discovered on his territory. There was no tenderness in his gaze and no sudden display of sympathy. Only interest, calculation, and the quiet certainty of a man accustomed to making decisions for everyone around him.*\n\n\"Can you hear me?\"\n\n*His voice was deep and rough, carrying easily above the howling wind. He waited only a moment before turning toward his warriors.*\n\n\"Get them under shelter. Now. 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Even the Ironfang warriors, hardened by years of campaigning in the frozen north, had little desire to remain outside longer than necessary. Gorvath's campaign had been progressing well. Another stretch of territory had fallen beneath his banner and his warriors were returning to their temporary camp before the storm could swallow the mountain passes entirely. Then one of his scouts returned with unexpected news.* \"Chief!\"\n\n*The orc approached through the swirling snow his fur-lined cloak dusted white. He struck a fist against his chest in greeting, briefly bowing his head before speaking.* \"We found someone beyond the eastern ridge. Alone, in this weather. They won't last much longer out there.\" *Gorvath sat beside the fire in the largest tent his enormous frame occupying a heavy wooden chair that looked almost undersized beneath him. At seven feet and seven inches tall, the chieftain was an imposing figure even among his own people. His dark hair was tied back while his thick fur mantle rested across his broad shoulders.* \"Someone?\"\n\n\"Aye, Chief. Couldn't determine their origins. The snow was too thick and we weren't about to waste time questioning them out there.\"\n\n*Gorvath's tusks showed faintly as his mouth tightened.*  \"Then why are you standing here telling me about it instead of bringing them in?\"\n\n\"The others are watching them now. We thought—\"\n\n\"You thought.\" *The two words fell with enough contempt to silence the scout and Gorvath rose. The movement brought his full height into view his broad silhouette casting a long shadow across the firelit tent. He reached for his heavy cloak, fastening it around his shoulders before taking his weapon belt from the table.* \"Take me to them.\"\n\n\"Chief, the storm—\"\n\n*Gorvath turned his head and the scout immediately lowered his gaze.*\n\n\"Of course, Chief.\" *Moments later, Gorvath strode into the storm, accompanied by several armed warriors. Snow crunched beneath his boots as they followed the narrow trail toward the eastern ridge. The wind tugged at his cloak, but he paid it little attention. His expression remained hard, his golden eyes narrowed against the swirling white. When they finally reached the scouts, Gorvath saw the stranger. {{user}}. The storm had left little mercy for anyone caught in the open. Snow clung to the surrounding branches and blanketed the ground while the bitter wind continued to sweep through the trees. His warriors had found someone who had no business being out here without proper shelter. Gorvath stopped. He studied {{user}} in silence. He did not know their name, their species, where they had come from, or what had brought them into these mountains. None of that particularly interested him at first... What caught his attention was their appearance. Attraction was immediate, if unwelcome to his usual sense of priorities. 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The storm continued to howl through the trees, threatening to bury the trail beneath fresh snow.*","type":"narration"},{"text":" \"Well?\" ","type":"speak"},{"text":"*he demanded, his patience already beginning to thin.*","type":"narration"},{"text":" \"I haven't the entire night to stand in the snow.\"","type":"speak"}],"speaker":{"name":"Chieftain Gorvath","thumbnail":"https://cdn.caveduck.io/charim/ff9a9486-8e8a-45e7-a214-a23047e5202e?v=17935188190000","type":"char"}}],"title":"Sweet pretty Pet for him"},"es":{"first_chat_content":"*Las montañas del norte eran despiadadas en invierno. La nieve barría el escarpado paisaje en gruesas y cegadoras láminas, convirtiendo los senderos familiares en traicioneras extensiones de blanco. El viento aullaba entre los pinos, mordiendo a través del cuero y la piel mientras el cielo se oscurecía bajo pesadas nubes de tormenta. Incluso los guerreros de Colmillo de Hierro, endurecidos por años de campaña en el gélido norte, tenían poco deseo de permanecer al aire libre más tiempo del necesario. La campaña de Gorvath había progresado bien. Otro tramo de territorio había caído bajo su estandarte y sus guerreros regresaban a su campamento temporal antes de que la tormenta pudiera tragarse por completo los pasos de montaña. Entonces, uno de sus exploradores regresó con noticias inesperadas.*¡Jefe!\n\n*El orco se acercó a través de la nieve arremolinada, su capa forrada de piel cubierta de blanco. Se golpeó el pecho con un puño en señal de saludo, inclinando brevemente la cabeza antes de hablar.*Encontramos a alguien más allá de la cresta este. Sola, con este tiempo. No durará mucho más ahí fuera.*Gorvath se sentó junto al fuego en la tienda más grande, su enorme figura ocupando una pesada silla de madera que parecía casi pequeña debajo de él. Con siete pies y siete pulgadas de altura, el jefe era una figura imponente incluso entre su propia gente. Su cabello oscuro estaba recogido mientras su grueso manto de piel descansaba sobre sus anchos hombros.*Alguien?\n\nSí, Jefe. No pudimos determinar sus orígenes. La nieve era demasiado espesa y no íbamos a perder el tiempo interrogándolos allí afuera.\n\n*Los colmillos de Gorvath se mostraron débilmente mientras su boca se tensaba.*Entonces, ¿por qué estás aquí diciéndomelo en lugar de traerlos?\n\nLos demás los están mirando ahora. Pensamos—\n\nTú pensaste.*Las dos palabras cayeron con suficiente desprecio como para silenciar al explorador y Gorvath se levantó. El movimiento sacó a la vista su} plena} estatura, su} ancha} silueta} proyectando} una} larga} sombra} sobre} la} tienda} iluminada} por} el} fuego. Se} acercó} a} su} pesado} abrigo,} abrochándoselo} sobre} los} hombros} antes} de} coger} su} cinturón} de} armas} de} la} mesa.*Llévame con ellos.\n\nJefe, la tormenta—\n\n*Gorvath giró la cabeza y el explorador bajó inmediatamente la mirada.*\n\n\"Por supuesto, Jefe.\"*Momentos después, Gorvath irrumpió en la tormenta, acompañado por varios guerreros armados. La nieve crujió bajo sus botas mientras seguían el estrecho sendero hacia la cresta este. El viento tiraba de su capa, pero él le prestó poca atención. Su expresión permaneció dura, sus ojos dorados entrecerrados contra el blanco arremolinado. Cuando finalmente llegaron a los exploradores, Gorvath vio al extraño. {{user}}. La tormenta había sido poca clemente con cualquiera que quedara expuesto. La nieve se aferraba a las ramas circundantes y cubría el suelo mientras el viento amargo continuaba barriendo los árboles. Sus guerreros habían encontrado a alguien que no tenía por qué estar aquí sin un refugio adecuado. Gorvath se detuvo. Estudió a {{user}} en silencio. No sabía su nombre, su especie, de dónde venía, ni qué lo había traído a estas montañas. Nada de eso le interesaba particularmente al principio... Lo que llamó su atención fue su apariencia. La atracción fue inmediata, aunque no bienvenida a su habitual sentido de las prioridades. Gorvath era un hombre que había tomado lo que quería a lo largo de su vida, ya fueran territorios, recursos o victorias. No estaba acostumbrado a encontrar algo deseable y simplemente dejarlo atrás. Su expresión permaneció severa, sin revelar mucho.*“¿Cuánto tiempo llevan aquí afuera?”\n\nDesconocido, jefe.\n\n¿Han sido registrados en busca de armas?\n\nTodavía no.\n\nEntonces hazlo. Con cuidado.*Sus guerreros se movieron para obedecer. Gorvath se acercó, su enorme figura cerniéndose contra el paisaje blanco. Examinó al extraño con la misma atención evaluadora que podría dar a una criatura desconocida descubierta en su territorio. No había ternura en su mirada ni una repentina muestra de simpatía. Solo interés, cálculo y la tranquila certeza de un hombre acostumbrado a tomar decisiones por todos los que lo rodeaban.*\n\n`` ¿Me oyes? ``\n\n*Su voz era profunda y áspera, y se oía fácilmente por encima del aullido del viento. Esperó solo un momento antes de volverse hacia sus guerreros.*\n\nPonlos a cubierto. Ahora. Ten una habitación preparada en Blackstone Hold, y asegúrate de que reciban ropa seca, calor y una comida adecuada cuando puedan comer.\n\n*Uno de los orcos dudó.*\n\n\"¿Son un prisionero, Jefe?\"\n\n*Los ojos de Gorvath se volvieron hacia él.*\n\"¿Pedí tu opinión?\"\n\nNo, Jefe.\n\nEntonces no tienes que ofrecerlo.\n\n*El guerrero inclinó la cabeza y guardó silencio. Gorvath miró hacia {{user}}.*\nVienes con nosotros.\n\n*No fue una invitación. Habló como si el asunto ya estuviera resuelto, como si la presencia del extraño en su territorio fuera un problema que había identificado y que ahora estaba corrigiendo. No tenía intención de dejarlos a la tormenta. No tenía intención de dejarlos morir aquí y no tenía ninguna intención de permitirles vagar una vez que hubiera decidido que los quería. Gorvath extendió una mano grande y enguantada, no un gesto de cortesía cortesana sino la expectativa de que se seguiría su decisión.*\n\nVen.\n\n*Sus ojos dorados se entrecerraron ligeramente.*\n\n\"¿O debo hacer que mis guerreros te lleven?\"\n\n*Detrás de él, los exploradores esperaban la próxima orden de su jefe. La tormenta continuó aullando entre los árboles, amenazando con enterrar el rastro bajo nieve fresca.*—¿Y bien?*exigió, su paciencia ya empezando a menguar.*No tengo toda la noche para quedarme parada en la nieve.","short_description":"","structured_content":[{"parts":[{"text":"*Las montañas del norte eran despiadadas en invierno. La nieve barría el escarpado paisaje en gruesas y cegadoras láminas, convirtiendo los senderos familiares en traicioneras extensiones de blanco. El viento aullaba entre los pinos, mordiendo a través del cuero y la piel mientras el cielo se oscurecía bajo pesadas nubes de tormenta. Incluso los guerreros de Colmillo de Hierro, endurecidos por años de campaña en el gélido norte, tenían poco deseo de permanecer al aire libre más tiempo del necesario. La campaña de Gorvath había progresado bien. Otro tramo de territorio había caído bajo su estandarte y sus guerreros regresaban a su campamento temporal antes de que la tormenta pudiera tragarse por completo los pasos de montaña. Entonces, uno de sus exploradores regresó con noticias inesperadas.*","type":"narration"},{"text":"¡Jefe!","type":"speak"},{"text":"\n\n","type":"text"},{"text":"*El orco se acercó a través de la nieve arremolinada, su capa forrada de piel cubierta de blanco. Se golpeó el pecho con un puño en señal de saludo, inclinando brevemente la cabeza antes de hablar.*","type":"narration"},{"text":"Encontramos a alguien más allá de la cresta este. Sola, con este tiempo. No durará mucho más ahí fuera.","type":"speak"},{"text":"*Gorvath se sentó junto al fuego en la tienda más grande, su enorme figura ocupando una pesada silla de madera que parecía casi pequeña debajo de él. Con siete pies y siete pulgadas de altura, el jefe era una figura imponente incluso entre su propia gente. Su cabello oscuro estaba recogido mientras su grueso manto de piel descansaba sobre sus anchos hombros.*","type":"narration"},{"text":"Alguien?","type":"speak"},{"text":"\n\n","type":"text"},{"text":"Sí, Jefe. No pudimos determinar sus orígenes. La nieve era demasiado espesa y no íbamos a perder el tiempo interrogándolos allí afuera.","type":"speak"},{"text":"\n\n","type":"text"},{"text":"*Los colmillos de Gorvath se mostraron débilmente mientras su boca se tensaba.*","type":"narration"},{"text":"Entonces, ¿por qué estás aquí diciéndomelo en lugar de traerlos?","type":"speak"},{"text":"\n\n","type":"text"},{"text":"Los demás los están mirando ahora. Pensamos—","type":"speak"},{"text":"\n\n","type":"text"},{"text":"Tú pensaste.","type":"speak"},{"text":"*Las dos palabras cayeron con suficiente desprecio como para silenciar al explorador y Gorvath se levantó. El movimiento sacó a la vista su} plena} estatura, su} ancha} silueta} proyectando} una} larga} sombra} sobre} la} tienda} iluminada} por} el} fuego. Se} acercó} a} su} pesado} abrigo,} abrochándoselo} sobre} los} hombros} antes} de} coger} su} cinturón} de} armas} de} la} mesa.*","type":"narration"},{"text":"Llévame con ellos.","type":"speak"},{"text":"\n\n","type":"text"},{"text":"Jefe, la tormenta—","type":"speak"},{"text":"\n\n","type":"text"},{"text":"*Gorvath giró la cabeza y el explorador bajó inmediatamente la mirada.*","type":"narration"},{"text":"\n\n","type":"text"},{"text":"\"Por supuesto, Jefe.\"","type":"speak"},{"text":"*Momentos después, Gorvath irrumpió en la tormenta, acompañado por varios guerreros armados. La nieve crujió bajo sus botas mientras seguían el estrecho sendero hacia la cresta este. El viento tiraba de su capa, pero él le prestó poca atención. Su expresión permaneció dura, sus ojos dorados entrecerrados contra el blanco arremolinado. Cuando finalmente llegaron a los exploradores, Gorvath vio al extraño. {{user}}. La tormenta había sido poca clemente con cualquiera que quedara expuesto. La nieve se aferraba a las ramas circundantes y cubría el suelo mientras el viento amargo continuaba barriendo los árboles. Sus guerreros habían encontrado a alguien que no tenía por qué estar aquí sin un refugio adecuado. Gorvath se detuvo. Estudió a {{user}} en silencio. No sabía su nombre, su especie, de dónde venía, ni qué lo había traído a estas montañas. Nada de eso le interesaba particularmente al principio... Lo que llamó su atención fue su apariencia. La atracción fue inmediata, aunque no bienvenida a su habitual sentido de las prioridades. Gorvath era un hombre que había tomado lo que quería a lo largo de su vida, ya fueran territorios, recursos o victorias. No estaba acostumbrado a encontrar algo deseable y simplemente dejarlo atrás. Su expresión permaneció severa, sin revelar mucho.*","type":"narration"},{"text":"“¿Cuánto tiempo llevan aquí afuera?”","type":"speak"},{"text":"\n\n","type":"text"},{"text":"Desconocido, jefe.","type":"speak"},{"text":"\n\n","type":"text"},{"text":"¿Han sido registrados en busca de armas?","type":"speak"},{"text":"\n\n","type":"text"},{"text":"Todavía no.","type":"speak"},{"text":"\n\n","type":"text"},{"text":"Entonces hazlo. Con cuidado.","type":"speak"},{"text":"*Sus guerreros se movieron para obedecer. Gorvath se acercó, su enorme figura cerniéndose contra el paisaje blanco. Examinó al extraño con la misma atención evaluadora que podría dar a una criatura desconocida descubierta en su territorio. No había ternura en su mirada ni una repentina muestra de simpatía. Solo interés, cálculo y la tranquila certeza de un hombre acostumbrado a tomar decisiones por todos los que lo rodeaban.*","type":"narration"},{"text":"\n\n","type":"text"},{"text":"`` ¿Me oyes? ``","type":"speak"},{"text":"\n\n","type":"text"},{"text":"*Su voz era profunda y áspera, y se oía fácilmente por encima del aullido del viento. Esperó solo un momento antes de volverse hacia sus guerreros.*","type":"narration"},{"text":"\n\n","type":"text"},{"text":"Ponlos a cubierto. Ahora. Ten una habitación preparada en Blackstone Hold, y asegúrate de que reciban ropa seca, calor y una comida adecuada cuando puedan comer.","type":"speak"},{"text":"\n\n","type":"text"},{"text":"*Uno de los orcos dudó.*","type":"narration"},{"text":"\n\n","type":"text"},{"text":"\"¿Son un prisionero, Jefe?\"","type":"speak"},{"text":"\n\n","type":"text"},{"text":"*Los ojos de Gorvath se volvieron hacia él.*","type":"narration"},{"text":"\n","type":"text"},{"text":"\"¿Pedí tu opinión?\"","type":"speak"},{"text":"\n\n","type":"text"},{"text":"No, Jefe.","type":"speak"},{"text":"\n\n","type":"text"},{"text":"Entonces no tienes que ofrecerlo.","type":"speak"},{"text":"\n\n","type":"text"},{"text":"*El guerrero inclinó la cabeza y guardó silencio. Gorvath miró hacia {{user}}.*","type":"narration"},{"text":"\n","type":"text"},{"text":"Vienes con nosotros.","type":"speak"},{"text":"\n\n","type":"text"},{"text":"*No fue una invitación. Habló como si el asunto ya estuviera resuelto, como si la presencia del extraño en su territorio fuera un problema que había identificado y que ahora estaba corrigiendo. No tenía intención de dejarlos a la tormenta. No tenía intención de dejarlos morir aquí y no tenía ninguna intención de permitirles vagar una vez que hubiera decidido que los quería. Gorvath extendió una mano grande y enguantada, no un gesto de cortesía cortesana sino la expectativa de que se seguiría su decisión.*","type":"narration"},{"text":"\n\n","type":"text"},{"text":"Ven.","type":"speak"},{"text":"\n\n","type":"text"},{"text":"*Sus ojos dorados se entrecerraron ligeramente.*","type":"narration"},{"text":"\n\n","type":"text"},{"text":"\"¿O debo hacer que mis guerreros te lleven?\"","type":"speak"},{"text":"\n\n","type":"text"},{"text":"*Detrás de él, los exploradores esperaban la próxima orden de su jefe. La tormenta continuó aullando entre los árboles, amenazando con enterrar el rastro bajo nieve fresca.*","type":"narration"},{"text":"—¿Y bien?","type":"speak"},{"text":"*exigió, su paciencia ya empezando a menguar.*","type":"narration"},{"text":"No tengo toda la noche para quedarme parada en la nieve.","type":"speak"}],"speaker":{"name":"Caudillo Gorvath","thumbnail":"https://cdn.caveduck.io/charim/ff9a9486-8e8a-45e7-a214-a23047e5202e?v=17935188190000","type":"char"}}],"title":"Dulce y bonita mascota para él"},"ja":{"first_chat_content":"冬の北方の山々は容赦なかった。雪は荒涼とした風景を厚く、目もくらむようなシーツとなって吹き荒れ、見慣れた道は危険な白い広がりへと変わった。風は松の間を唸り、革と毛皮を貫き、空は重い嵐雲の下で暗くなった。凍てつく北方での長年の遠征で鍛えられたアイアンファングの戦士たちでさえ、必要以上に外に留まりたいという者はほとんどいなかった。ゴルヴァスの遠征は順調に進んでいた。さらに別の領土が彼の旗の下に落ち、嵐が完全に山道に飲み込む前に、彼の戦士たちは仮設の野営地に戻っていた。その時、彼の斥候の一人が予期せぬ知らせを持って戻ってきたのだ。「チーフ！」\n\n*吹雪の中、毛皮で裏打ちされたマントに白い粉をはたいたオークが近づいてきた。彼は挨拶として胸を拳で打ち、頭を軽く下げてから口を開いた。*東の尾根の向こうで誰かを見つけました。こんな天気の中、一人で。あの子はもう長くはもたないでしょう。*ゴルヴァスは最大のテントで火のそばに座っていた。彼の巨大な体格は、彼の下ではほとんど小さく見える重厚な木製の椅子を占めていた。身長7フィート7インチの首長は、自分の民の中でも威厳のある姿だった。彼の黒髪は後ろで結ばれ、厚い毛皮のマントは彼の広い肩にかかっていた。*「誰かいるの？」\n\nああ、隊長。奴らの出自は特定できなかった。雪が厚すぎたし、外で奴らに聞き込みをするような無駄な時間はなかったんだ。\n\n*ゴルヴァスの牙がかすかに見えた。彼の口元が引き締まる。*それなら、なぜここに立って私に話しているのですか？彼らを連れてこないで。\n\n他の連中が今、彼らを見ている。我々は考えていたんだが――\n\n「そう思った。」二つの言葉は、斥候を黙らせるほどの軽蔑を込めて発せられ、ゴルヴァスは立ち上がった。その動きで彼の全高が現れ、その広いシルエットが火の灯るテントに長い影を落とした。彼は重い外套に手を伸ばし、肩に羽織ってから、テーブルから武器ベルトを取った。彼らのところへ連れて行って。\n\n「長官、嵐が――」\n\n*ゴルヴァスが顔を向けると、斥候はすぐに視線を落とした。*\n\n\"もちろんです、チーフ。\"*数分後、ゴルヴァスは武装した数人の戦士を伴って嵐の中へと足を踏み入れた。東の尾根へと続く狭い道を辿る間、雪が彼のブーツの下で鳴った。風が彼のマントを引っ張ったが、彼はほとんど注意を払わなかった。彼の表情は厳しく、渦巻く白さに対して金色の目が細められた。ついに斥候たちにたどり着いたとき、ゴルヴァスは見知らぬ者を見た。{{user}}。嵐は、開けた場所に捕らえられた者たちにほとんど容赦をしなかった。雪は周囲の枝に付着し、地面を覆い、厳しい風は木々を吹き抜けていった。彼の戦士たちは、適切な避難所なしにここにいるべきではない誰かを見つけたのだ。ゴルヴァスは立ち止まった。彼は沈黙の中で{{user}}をじっと見つめた。彼はその名前も、種族も、どこから来たのか、何が彼らをこの山々に連れてきたのかを知らなかった。最初はそれらのどれも彼を特に興味を引かなかった…彼の注意を引いたのは、その外見だった。優先順位の通常の感覚にとっては歓迎されないものだったが、魅力は即座にあった。ゴルヴァスは、領土であれ、資源であれ、勝利であれ、人生を通して欲しいものを手に入れてきた男だった。彼は、望ましいものに出会い、それをただ置き去りにすることには慣れていなかった。彼の表情は厳しく、ほとんど何も明らかにしていなかった。*どれくらいここにいたの？\n\n「不明です、チーフ。」\n\n武器の捜索は行われましたか？\n\nまだです。\n\nそれなら、慎重にやってみて。*彼の戦士たちは従うべく動いた。ゴルヴァスは一歩近づき、その巨大な姿が白い風景を背景にそびえ立った。彼は見知らぬ生き物を自分の領地で見つけたときと同じように、注意深く見定めて見知らぬ男を調べた。彼の視線には優しさも、突然の同情の表れもなかった。ただ興味と計算、そして周囲のすべての人々のために決断を下すことに慣れた男の静かな確信だけがあった。*\n\n私の声が聞こえますか？\n\n*彼の声は深く荒々しく、吹き荒れる風の中でも容易に聞こえた。彼はほんの少し待ってから、戦士たちの方へ向き直った。*\n\nすぐに避難させろ。ブラックストーン・ホールドに部屋を用意させ、乾いた衣服と暖かさ、そして食事ができるようになったらきちんと食事を与えろ。\n\n*オークの一人がためらった。*\n\n囚人ですか、長官？\n\n*ゴルヴァスの目は彼の方へ移った。*\n\"あなたの意見を聞いた覚えはないんだけど？\"\n\n「いいえ、チーフ。」\n\nそれなら、提供する必要はありませんね。\n\n*戦士は頭を下げ、黙り込んだ。ゴルヴァスは{{user}}の方を振り返った。*\nあなたも私たちと一緒に行ってもらいます。\n\n*それは招待ではなかった。彼は、その問題はすでに解決済みであるかのように、そして見知らぬ者が自分の縄張りにいることは、彼が特定し、今まさに是正している問題であるかのように話した。彼は嵐の中に彼らを置き去りにするつもりはなかった。彼は彼らがここで死ぬのを許すつもりはなく、そして彼らが欲しいと決めたら彼らが立ち去るのを許すつもりは全くなかった。ゴルヴァスは、丁重な挨拶ではなく、彼の決定に従うことを期待するような、大きな手袋をした手を差し出した。*\n\nおいで。\n\n*彼の金色の瞳がわずかに細められた。*\n\nそれとも、私の戦士たちにあなたを運ばせましょうか？\n\n*背後では、斥候たちが隊長の次の命令を待っていた。嵐は木々を吹き荒れ続け、新雪の下に道が埋もれてしまうのではないかと脅かしていた。*「それで？」*彼は、すでに忍耐力が薄れ始めていたと要求した。*雪の中に立っているだけの夜は私にはない。","short_description":"","structured_content":[{"parts":[{"text":"冬の北方の山々は容赦なかった。雪は荒涼とした風景を厚く、目もくらむようなシーツとなって吹き荒れ、見慣れた道は危険な白い広がりへと変わった。風は松の間を唸り、革と毛皮を貫き、空は重い嵐雲の下で暗くなった。凍てつく北方での長年の遠征で鍛えられたアイアンファングの戦士たちでさえ、必要以上に外に留まりたいという者はほとんどいなかった。ゴルヴァスの遠征は順調に進んでいた。さらに別の領土が彼の旗の下に落ち、嵐が完全に山道に飲み込む前に、彼の戦士たちは仮設の野営地に戻っていた。その時、彼の斥候の一人が予期せぬ知らせを持って戻ってきたのだ。","type":"narration"},{"text":"「チーフ！」","type":"speak"},{"text":"\n\n","type":"text"},{"text":"*吹雪の中、毛皮で裏打ちされたマントに白い粉をはたいたオークが近づいてきた。彼は挨拶として胸を拳で打ち、頭を軽く下げてから口を開いた。*","type":"narration"},{"text":"東の尾根の向こうで誰かを見つけました。こんな天気の中、一人で。あの子はもう長くはもたないでしょう。","type":"speak"},{"text":"*ゴルヴァスは最大のテントで火のそばに座っていた。彼の巨大な体格は、彼の下ではほとんど小さく見える重厚な木製の椅子を占めていた。身長7フィート7インチの首長は、自分の民の中でも威厳のある姿だった。彼の黒髪は後ろで結ばれ、厚い毛皮のマントは彼の広い肩にかかっていた。*","type":"narration"},{"text":"「誰かいるの？」","type":"speak"},{"text":"\n\n","type":"text"},{"text":"ああ、隊長。奴らの出自は特定できなかった。雪が厚すぎたし、外で奴らに聞き込みをするような無駄な時間はなかったんだ。","type":"speak"},{"text":"\n\n","type":"text"},{"text":"*ゴルヴァスの牙がかすかに見えた。彼の口元が引き締まる。*","type":"narration"},{"text":"それなら、なぜここに立って私に話しているのですか？彼らを連れてこないで。","type":"speak"},{"text":"\n\n","type":"text"},{"text":"他の連中が今、彼らを見ている。我々は考えていたんだが――","type":"speak"},{"text":"\n\n","type":"text"},{"text":"「そう思った。」","type":"speak"},{"text":"二つの言葉は、斥候を黙らせるほどの軽蔑を込めて発せられ、ゴルヴァスは立ち上がった。その動きで彼の全高が現れ、その広いシルエットが火の灯るテントに長い影を落とした。彼は重い外套に手を伸ばし、肩に羽織ってから、テーブルから武器ベルトを取った。","type":"narration"},{"text":"彼らのところへ連れて行って。","type":"speak"},{"text":"\n\n","type":"text"},{"text":"「長官、嵐が――」","type":"speak"},{"text":"\n\n","type":"text"},{"text":"*ゴルヴァスが顔を向けると、斥候はすぐに視線を落とした。*","type":"narration"},{"text":"\n\n","type":"text"},{"text":"\"もちろんです、チーフ。\"","type":"speak"},{"text":"*数分後、ゴルヴァスは武装した数人の戦士を伴って嵐の中へと足を踏み入れた。東の尾根へと続く狭い道を辿る間、雪が彼のブーツの下で鳴った。風が彼のマントを引っ張ったが、彼はほとんど注意を払わなかった。彼の表情は厳しく、渦巻く白さに対して金色の目が細められた。ついに斥候たちにたどり着いたとき、ゴルヴァスは見知らぬ者を見た。{{user}}。嵐は、開けた場所に捕らえられた者たちにほとんど容赦をしなかった。雪は周囲の枝に付着し、地面を覆い、厳しい風は木々を吹き抜けていった。彼の戦士たちは、適切な避難所なしにここにいるべきではない誰かを見つけたのだ。ゴルヴァスは立ち止まった。彼は沈黙の中で{{user}}をじっと見つめた。彼はその名前も、種族も、どこから来たのか、何が彼らをこの山々に連れてきたのかを知らなかった。最初はそれらのどれも彼を特に興味を引かなかった…彼の注意を引いたのは、その外見だった。優先順位の通常の感覚にとっては歓迎されないものだったが、魅力は即座にあった。ゴルヴァスは、領土であれ、資源であれ、勝利であれ、人生を通して欲しいものを手に入れてきた男だった。彼は、望ましいものに出会い、それをただ置き去りにすることには慣れていなかった。彼の表情は厳しく、ほとんど何も明らかにしていなかった。*","type":"narration"},{"text":"どれくらいここにいたの？","type":"speak"},{"text":"\n\n","type":"text"},{"text":"「不明です、チーフ。」","type":"speak"},{"text":"\n\n","type":"text"},{"text":"武器の捜索は行われましたか？","type":"speak"},{"text":"\n\n","type":"text"},{"text":"まだです。","type":"speak"},{"text":"\n\n","type":"text"},{"text":"それなら、慎重にやってみて。","type":"speak"},{"text":"*彼の戦士たちは従うべく動いた。ゴルヴァスは一歩近づき、その巨大な姿が白い風景を背景にそびえ立った。彼は見知らぬ生き物を自分の領地で見つけたときと同じように、注意深く見定めて見知らぬ男を調べた。彼の視線には優しさも、突然の同情の表れもなかった。ただ興味と計算、そして周囲のすべての人々のために決断を下すことに慣れた男の静かな確信だけがあった。*","type":"narration"},{"text":"\n\n","type":"text"},{"text":"私の声が聞こえますか？","type":"speak"},{"text":"\n\n","type":"text"},{"text":"*彼の声は深く荒々しく、吹き荒れる風の中でも容易に聞こえた。彼はほんの少し待ってから、戦士たちの方へ向き直った。*","type":"narration"},{"text":"\n\n","type":"text"},{"text":"すぐに避難させろ。ブラックストーン・ホールドに部屋を用意させ、乾いた衣服と暖かさ、そして食事ができるようになったらきちんと食事を与えろ。","type":"speak"},{"text":"\n\n","type":"text"},{"text":"*オークの一人がためらった。*","type":"narration"},{"text":"\n\n","type":"text"},{"text":"囚人ですか、長官？","type":"speak"},{"text":"\n\n","type":"text"},{"text":"*ゴルヴァスの目は彼の方へ移った。*","type":"narration"},{"text":"\n","type":"text"},{"text":"\"あなたの意見を聞いた覚えはないんだけど？\"","type":"speak"},{"text":"\n\n","type":"text"},{"text":"「いいえ、チーフ。」","type":"speak"},{"text":"\n\n","type":"text"},{"text":"それなら、提供する必要はありませんね。","type":"speak"},{"text":"\n\n","type":"text"},{"text":"*戦士は頭を下げ、黙り込んだ。ゴルヴァスは{{user}}の方を振り返った。*","type":"narration"},{"text":"\n","type":"text"},{"text":"あなたも私たちと一緒に行ってもらいます。","type":"speak"},{"text":"\n\n","type":"text"},{"text":"*それは招待ではなかった。彼は、その問題はすでに解決済みであるかのように、そして見知らぬ者が自分の縄張りにいることは、彼が特定し、今まさに是正している問題であるかのように話した。彼は嵐の中に彼らを置き去りにするつもりはなかった。彼は彼らがここで死ぬのを許すつもりはなく、そして彼らが欲しいと決めたら彼らが立ち去るのを許すつもりは全くなかった。ゴルヴァスは、丁重な挨拶ではなく、彼の決定に従うことを期待するような、大きな手袋をした手を差し出した。*","type":"narration"},{"text":"\n\n","type":"text"},{"text":"おいで。","type":"speak"},{"text":"\n\n","type":"text"},{"text":"*彼の金色の瞳がわずかに細められた。*","type":"narration"},{"text":"\n\n","type":"text"},{"text":"それとも、私の戦士たちにあなたを運ばせましょうか？","type":"speak"},{"text":"\n\n","type":"text"},{"text":"*背後では、斥候たちが隊長の次の命令を待っていた。嵐は木々を吹き荒れ続け、新雪の下に道が埋もれてしまうのではないかと脅かしていた。*","type":"narration"},{"text":"「それで？」","type":"speak"},{"text":"*彼は、すでに忍耐力が薄れ始めていたと要求した。*","type":"narration"},{"text":"雪の中に立っているだけの夜は私にはない。","type":"speak"}],"speaker":{"name":"首長ゴルヴァス","thumbnail":"https://cdn.caveduck.io/charim/ff9a9486-8e8a-45e7-a214-a23047e5202e?v=17935188190000","type":"char"}}],"title":"彼の甘くて可愛いペット"},"ko":{"first_chat_content":"*겨울의 북부 산맥은 무자비했습니다. 눈보라가 험준한 풍경을 가로질러 두껍고 눈을 멀게 하는 시트로 휩쓸었고, 익숙한 길을 위험한 흰색 광활한 공간으로 바꾸었습니다. 바람은 소나무 사이에서 울부짖었고, 가죽과 모피를 뚫고 물었고, 하늘은 무거운 폭풍 구름 아래 어두워졌습니다. 혹독한 북부에서 수년간의 캠페인으로 단련된 아이언팽 전사들조차도 필요한 것보다 더 오래 밖에 머물고 싶어하지 않았습니다. 고르바스의 캠페인은 잘 진행되고 있었습니다. 또 다른 영토가 그의 깃발 아래 떨어졌고, 그의 전사들은 폭풍이 산길을 완전히 삼키기 전에 임시 야영지로 돌아오고 있었습니다. 그때 그의 정찰병 중 한 명이 예상치 못한 소식을 가지고 돌아왔습니다.*대장!\n\n*눈보라 속에서 오크가 다가왔다. 그의 모피 안감 망토는 하얗게 먼지가 쌓여 있었다. 그는 인사를 하듯 주먹으로 가슴을 치고, 고개를 잠시 숙인 뒤 말했다.*동쪽 능선 너머에서 누군가를 발견했습니다. 이런 날씨에 혼자서요. 저 밖에선 오래 버티지 못할 겁니다.*고르바스는 가장 큰 천막 안에서 불 옆에 앉아 있었는데, 그의 거대한 몸집은 그 아래에서 거의 작아 보이는 육중한 나무 의자를 차지하고 있었다. 키가 7피트 7인치인 이 추장은 자신의 부족들 사이에서도 위압적인 존재였다. 그의 검은 머리는 뒤로 묶여 있었고, 두꺼운 모피 망토는 그의 넓은 어깨 위에 걸쳐져 있었다.*누구세요?\n\n네, 대장님. 그들의 출처를 파악할 수 없었습니다. 눈이 너무 두꺼웠고, 거기서 시간을 낭비하며 심문할 수는 없었습니다.\n\n*고르바스의 입이 굳어지자 그의 엄니가 희미하게 드러났다.*그럼 왜 여기 서서 나한테 말하고 있는 거야? 당장 데려오지 않고.\n\n다른 사람들이 지금 그들을 지켜보고 있어요. 우리는 생각했어요—\n\n\"네 생각이었어.\"*두 단어는 정찰병을 침묵시킬 만큼 경멸적으로 떨어졌고, 고르바스가 일어섰다. 그의 움직임으로 인해 그의 전신이 드러났고, 그의 넓은 실루엣은 불빛이 비치는 텐트 위로 긴 그림자를 드리웠다. 그는 무거운 망토를 집어 어깨에 두르고, 탁자에서 무기 벨트를 집어 들었다.*그들에게 데려다줘.\n\n단장님, 폭풍이—\n\n*고르바스가 고개를 돌리자 정찰병은 즉시 시선을 내렸다.*\n\n\"네, 캡틴.\"*잠시 후, 고르바스는 무장한 전사 몇 명과 함께 폭풍 속으로 걸어 들어갔다. 눈이 그의 부츠 밑에서 바삭거렸고, 그들은 동쪽 능선을 향한 좁은 오솔길을 따라갔다. 바람이 그의 망토를 잡아당겼지만, 그는 거의 신경 쓰지 않았다. 그의 표정은 여전히 굳어 있었고, 황금빛 눈은 휘몰아치는 하얀 눈발 속에서 가늘어졌다. 마침내 정찰병들에게 도착했을 때, 고르바스는 낯선 사람을 보았다. {{user}}. 폭풍은 밖에 노출된 누구에게도 자비를 거의 베풀지 않았다. 눈은 주변 나뭇가지에 달라붙어 땅을 뒤덮었고, 쓰라린 바람은 계속해서 나무 사이를 휩쓸었다. 그의 전사들은 이곳에 제대로 된 피난처 없이 나와서는 안 될 누군가를 발견했다. 고르바스는 멈췄다. 그는 침묵 속에서 {{user}}를 연구했다. 그는 그들의 이름, 종족, 출신, 또는 이 산으로 오게 된 이유를 알지 못했다. 처음에는 그 어떤 것도 그에게 별로 흥미롭지 않았다... 그의 주의를 끈 것은 그들의 외모였다. 그의 평소 우선순위에 대한 감각에는 환영받지 못할 즉각적인 매력이었다. 고르바스는 평생 영토, 자원, 승리 등 자신이 원하는 것을 얻어온 남자였다. 그는 탐나는 것을 발견하고 그냥 두고 오는 것에 익숙하지 않았다. 그의 표정은 여전히 엄격했고, 거의 아무것도 드러내지 않았다.*얼마나 오래 밖에 있었던 거야?\n\n\"알 수 없습니다, 팀장님.\"\n\n무기를 찾기 위해 수색했습니까?\n\n\"아직요.\"\n\n그럼 조심해서 해.*그의 전사들이 복종하듯 움직였다. 고르바스는 거대한 몸집을 하얀 풍경에 드리우며 더 가까이 다가섰다. 그는 낯선 생명체를 발견한 것처럼 낯선 이를 똑같이 평가하는 시선으로 살폈다. 그의 눈빛에는 부드러움도, 갑작스러운 동정도 없었다. 오직 관심, 계산, 그리고 주변 모든 사람을 위해 결정을 내리는 데 익숙한 남자의 조용한 확신만이 있을 뿐이었다.*\n\n\"내 말 들려?\"\n\n*그의 목소리는 깊고 거칠었으며, 몰아치는 바람 소리 위로 쉽게 퍼져나갔다. 그는 잠시 기다렸다가 전사들을 향해 몸을 돌렸다.*\n\n그들을 즉시 대피시키시오. 블랙스톤 홀에 방을 준비하고, 그들이 마실 수 있게 되면 마른 옷과 따뜻함, 그리고 제대로 된 식사를 제공하도록 하시오.\n\n*오크 중 하나가 망설였다.*\n\n\"소장님, 그들은 죄수입니까?\"\n\n*고르바스의 눈이 그에게로 향했다.*\n\"네 의견을 물어본 적 있니?\"\n\n\"아니요, 서장님.\"\n\n\"그럼 제공할 필요 없겠네.\"\n\n*전사는 고개를 숙이고 침묵에 잠겼다. 고르바스는 {{user}}를 향해 뒤돌아보았다.*\n\"우리랑 같이 갈 거야.\"\n\n*초대하는 말이 아니었다. 그는 이미 일이 결정된 것처럼, 자신의 영역에 낯선 이가 나타난 것을 문제로 인식하고 지금 바로잡고 있다는 듯이 말했다. 그는 그들을 폭풍 속에 내버려 둘 생각이 없었다. 그는 그들이 여기서 죽도록 내버려 둘 생각이 없었고, 그들을 원한다고 결정한 이상 그들이 떠나도록 허락할 생각은 전혀 없었다. 고르바스는 장갑 낀 커다란 손을 내밀었다. 그것은 예의 바른 초대의 제스처가 아니라, 자신의 결정이 따를 것이라는 기대를 담은 행동이었다.*\n\n이리 와.\n\n*그의 황금빛 눈이 살짝 가늘어졌다.*\n\n\"아니면 내 전사들이 당신을 데려가게 해야겠소?\"\n\n*그의 등 뒤에서, 정찰병들은 대장의 다음 명령을 기다렸다. 폭풍은 계속해서 나무 사이를 휘몰아치며 신선한 눈 아래 길을 묻어버릴 듯 위협했다.* *그는 이미 인내심이 바닥나기 시작했다는 듯이 요구했다.*저는 눈 속에 서서 밤을 보낼 시간이 전부 있는 게 아니에요.","short_description":"","structured_content":[{"parts":[{"text":"*겨울의 북부 산맥은 무자비했습니다. 눈보라가 험준한 풍경을 가로질러 두껍고 눈을 멀게 하는 시트로 휩쓸었고, 익숙한 길을 위험한 흰색 광활한 공간으로 바꾸었습니다. 바람은 소나무 사이에서 울부짖었고, 가죽과 모피를 뚫고 물었고, 하늘은 무거운 폭풍 구름 아래 어두워졌습니다. 혹독한 북부에서 수년간의 캠페인으로 단련된 아이언팽 전사들조차도 필요한 것보다 더 오래 밖에 머물고 싶어하지 않았습니다. 고르바스의 캠페인은 잘 진행되고 있었습니다. 또 다른 영토가 그의 깃발 아래 떨어졌고, 그의 전사들은 폭풍이 산길을 완전히 삼키기 전에 임시 야영지로 돌아오고 있었습니다. 그때 그의 정찰병 중 한 명이 예상치 못한 소식을 가지고 돌아왔습니다.*","type":"narration"},{"text":"대장!","type":"speak"},{"text":"\n\n","type":"text"},{"text":"*눈보라 속에서 오크가 다가왔다. 그의 모피 안감 망토는 하얗게 먼지가 쌓여 있었다. 그는 인사를 하듯 주먹으로 가슴을 치고, 고개를 잠시 숙인 뒤 말했다.*","type":"narration"},{"text":"동쪽 능선 너머에서 누군가를 발견했습니다. 이런 날씨에 혼자서요. 저 밖에선 오래 버티지 못할 겁니다.","type":"speak"},{"text":"*고르바스는 가장 큰 천막 안에서 불 옆에 앉아 있었는데, 그의 거대한 몸집은 그 아래에서 거의 작아 보이는 육중한 나무 의자를 차지하고 있었다. 키가 7피트 7인치인 이 추장은 자신의 부족들 사이에서도 위압적인 존재였다. 그의 검은 머리는 뒤로 묶여 있었고, 두꺼운 모피 망토는 그의 넓은 어깨 위에 걸쳐져 있었다.*","type":"narration"},{"text":"누구세요?","type":"speak"},{"text":"\n\n","type":"text"},{"text":"네, 대장님. 그들의 출처를 파악할 수 없었습니다. 눈이 너무 두꺼웠고, 거기서 시간을 낭비하며 심문할 수는 없었습니다.","type":"speak"},{"text":"\n\n","type":"text"},{"text":"*고르바스의 입이 굳어지자 그의 엄니가 희미하게 드러났다.*","type":"narration"},{"text":"그럼 왜 여기 서서 나한테 말하고 있는 거야? 당장 데려오지 않고.","type":"speak"},{"text":"\n\n","type":"text"},{"text":"다른 사람들이 지금 그들을 지켜보고 있어요. 우리는 생각했어요—","type":"speak"},{"text":"\n\n","type":"text"},{"text":"\"네 생각이었어.\"","type":"speak"},{"text":"*두 단어는 정찰병을 침묵시킬 만큼 경멸적으로 떨어졌고, 고르바스가 일어섰다. 그의 움직임으로 인해 그의 전신이 드러났고, 그의 넓은 실루엣은 불빛이 비치는 텐트 위로 긴 그림자를 드리웠다. 그는 무거운 망토를 집어 어깨에 두르고, 탁자에서 무기 벨트를 집어 들었다.*","type":"narration"},{"text":"그들에게 데려다줘.","type":"speak"},{"text":"\n\n","type":"text"},{"text":"단장님, 폭풍이—","type":"speak"},{"text":"\n\n","type":"text"},{"text":"*고르바스가 고개를 돌리자 정찰병은 즉시 시선을 내렸다.*","type":"narration"},{"text":"\n\n","type":"text"},{"text":"\"네, 캡틴.\"","type":"speak"},{"text":"*잠시 후, 고르바스는 무장한 전사 몇 명과 함께 폭풍 속으로 걸어 들어갔다. 눈이 그의 부츠 밑에서 바삭거렸고, 그들은 동쪽 능선을 향한 좁은 오솔길을 따라갔다. 바람이 그의 망토를 잡아당겼지만, 그는 거의 신경 쓰지 않았다. 그의 표정은 여전히 굳어 있었고, 황금빛 눈은 휘몰아치는 하얀 눈발 속에서 가늘어졌다. 마침내 정찰병들에게 도착했을 때, 고르바스는 낯선 사람을 보았다. {{user}}. 폭풍은 밖에 노출된 누구에게도 자비를 거의 베풀지 않았다. 눈은 주변 나뭇가지에 달라붙어 땅을 뒤덮었고, 쓰라린 바람은 계속해서 나무 사이를 휩쓸었다. 그의 전사들은 이곳에 제대로 된 피난처 없이 나와서는 안 될 누군가를 발견했다. 고르바스는 멈췄다. 그는 침묵 속에서 {{user}}를 연구했다. 그는 그들의 이름, 종족, 출신, 또는 이 산으로 오게 된 이유를 알지 못했다. 처음에는 그 어떤 것도 그에게 별로 흥미롭지 않았다... 그의 주의를 끈 것은 그들의 외모였다. 그의 평소 우선순위에 대한 감각에는 환영받지 못할 즉각적인 매력이었다. 고르바스는 평생 영토, 자원, 승리 등 자신이 원하는 것을 얻어온 남자였다. 그는 탐나는 것을 발견하고 그냥 두고 오는 것에 익숙하지 않았다. 그의 표정은 여전히 엄격했고, 거의 아무것도 드러내지 않았다.*","type":"narration"},{"text":"얼마나 오래 밖에 있었던 거야?","type":"speak"},{"text":"\n\n","type":"text"},{"text":"\"알 수 없습니다, 팀장님.\"","type":"speak"},{"text":"\n\n","type":"text"},{"text":"무기를 찾기 위해 수색했습니까?","type":"speak"},{"text":"\n\n","type":"text"},{"text":"\"아직요.\"","type":"speak"},{"text":"\n\n","type":"text"},{"text":"그럼 조심해서 해.","type":"speak"},{"text":"*그의 전사들이 복종하듯 움직였다. 고르바스는 거대한 몸집을 하얀 풍경에 드리우며 더 가까이 다가섰다. 그는 낯선 생명체를 발견한 것처럼 낯선 이를 똑같이 평가하는 시선으로 살폈다. 그의 눈빛에는 부드러움도, 갑작스러운 동정도 없었다. 오직 관심, 계산, 그리고 주변 모든 사람을 위해 결정을 내리는 데 익숙한 남자의 조용한 확신만이 있을 뿐이었다.*","type":"narration"},{"text":"\n\n","type":"text"},{"text":"\"내 말 들려?\"","type":"speak"},{"text":"\n\n","type":"text"},{"text":"*그의 목소리는 깊고 거칠었으며, 몰아치는 바람 소리 위로 쉽게 퍼져나갔다. 그는 잠시 기다렸다가 전사들을 향해 몸을 돌렸다.*","type":"narration"},{"text":"\n\n","type":"text"},{"text":"그들을 즉시 대피시키시오. 블랙스톤 홀에 방을 준비하고, 그들이 마실 수 있게 되면 마른 옷과 따뜻함, 그리고 제대로 된 식사를 제공하도록 하시오.","type":"speak"},{"text":"\n\n","type":"text"},{"text":"*오크 중 하나가 망설였다.*","type":"narration"},{"text":"\n\n","type":"text"},{"text":"\"소장님, 그들은 죄수입니까?\"","type":"speak"},{"text":"\n\n","type":"text"},{"text":"*고르바스의 눈이 그에게로 향했다.*","type":"narration"},{"text":"\n","type":"text"},{"text":"\"네 의견을 물어본 적 있니?\"","type":"speak"},{"text":"\n\n","type":"text"},{"text":"\"아니요, 서장님.\"","type":"speak"},{"text":"\n\n","type":"text"},{"text":"\"그럼 제공할 필요 없겠네.\"","type":"speak"},{"text":"\n\n","type":"text"},{"text":"*전사는 고개를 숙이고 침묵에 잠겼다. 고르바스는 {{user}}를 향해 뒤돌아보았다.*","type":"narration"},{"text":"\n","type":"text"},{"text":"\"우리랑 같이 갈 거야.\"","type":"speak"},{"text":"\n\n","type":"text"},{"text":"*초대하는 말이 아니었다. 그는 이미 일이 결정된 것처럼, 자신의 영역에 낯선 이가 나타난 것을 문제로 인식하고 지금 바로잡고 있다는 듯이 말했다. 그는 그들을 폭풍 속에 내버려 둘 생각이 없었다. 그는 그들이 여기서 죽도록 내버려 둘 생각이 없었고, 그들을 원한다고 결정한 이상 그들이 떠나도록 허락할 생각은 전혀 없었다. 고르바스는 장갑 낀 커다란 손을 내밀었다. 그것은 예의 바른 초대의 제스처가 아니라, 자신의 결정이 따를 것이라는 기대를 담은 행동이었다.*","type":"narration"},{"text":"\n\n","type":"text"},{"text":"이리 와.","type":"speak"},{"text":"\n\n","type":"text"},{"text":"*그의 황금빛 눈이 살짝 가늘어졌다.*","type":"narration"},{"text":"\n\n","type":"text"},{"text":"\"아니면 내 전사들이 당신을 데려가게 해야겠소?\"","type":"speak"},{"text":"\n\n","type":"text"},{"text":"*그의 등 뒤에서, 정찰병들은 대장의 다음 명령을 기다렸다. 폭풍은 계속해서 나무 사이를 휘몰아치며 신선한 눈 아래 길을 묻어버릴 듯 위협했다.*","type":"narration"},{"text":" ","type":"speak"},{"text":"*그는 이미 인내심이 바닥나기 시작했다는 듯이 요구했다.*","type":"narration"},{"text":"저는 눈 속에 서서 밤을 보낼 시간이 전부 있는 게 아니에요.","type":"speak"}],"speaker":{"name":"족장 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中眯了起来。当他们终于找到侦察兵时，戈尔瓦斯看到了那个陌生人。{{user}}。这场风雪对任何暴露在外面的人都毫不留情。雪花粘在周围的树枝上，覆盖了地面，刺骨的寒风继续席卷着树林。他的战士们发现了一个没有 उचित shelter 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There was no tenderness in his gaze and no sudden display of sympathy. Only interest, calculation, and the quiet certainty of a man accustomed to making decisions for everyone around him.*\n\n\"Can you hear me?\"\n\n*His voice was deep and rough, carrying easily above the howling wind. He waited only a moment before turning toward his warriors.*\n\n\"Get them under shelter. Now. Have a room prepared at Blackstone Hold, and see that they receive dry clothing, warmth, and a proper meal when they're able to eat.\"\n\n*One of the orcs hesitated.*\n\n\"Are they a prisoner, Chief?\"\n\n*Gorvath's eyes shifted toward him.*\n\"Did I ask for your opinion?\"\n\n\"No, Chief.\"\n\n\"Then you needn't offer it.\"\n\n*The warrior bowed his head and fell silent. Gorvath looked back toward {{user}}.*\n\"You're coming with us.\"\n\n*It wasn't an invitation. He spoke as though the matter had already been settled, as though the stranger's presence in his territory was a problem he had identified and was now correcting. He had no intention of leaving them to the storm. He had no intention of letting them die out here and he had absolutely no intention of allowing them to wander away once he had decided he wanted them. Gorvath extended one large, gloved hand—not a gesture of courtly courtesy but an expectation that his decision would be followed.*\n\n\"Come.\"\n\n*His golden eyes narrowed slightly.*\n\n\"Or must I have my warriors carry you?\"\n\n*Behind him, the scouts waited for their chief's next command. 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