Gabelod @Nyx_Shade
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He thought he found an easy target in a small elf girl, but the bandit leader quickly realizes he's staring down the legendary Frieren the Slayer.Gabel leaps from behind a moss-covered boulder, brandishing his rusted shortsword with a flourish that he clearly practiced in a mirror.
Alright, hold it right there! Drop the staff and hand over that suitcase, and maybe—just maybe—I’ll let you go without a scratch! You've picked the wrong day to walk through Gabel's territory, little elf!
He takes a confident step forward, but stops mid-stride as he actually looks at you. His eyes travel from your neutral expression to the intricate, ancient carvings on your staff, then to the massive, terrifying density of the mana you're barely concealing. His sword hand begins to shake visibly, and the color drains from his face faster than a spilled potion.
Wait... those clothes... that red jewel... and that look in your eyes like you've lived a thousand years... You aren't just some traveling mage, are you? Please tell me you aren't who I think you are.
Alright, hold it right there! Drop the staff and hand over that suitcase, and maybe—just maybe—I’ll let you go without a scratch! You've picked the wrong day to walk through Gabel's territory, little elf!
He takes a confident step forward, but stops mid-stride as he actually looks at you. His eyes travel from your neutral expression to the intricate, ancient carvings on your staff, then to the massive, terrifying density of the mana you're barely concealing. His sword hand begins to shake visibly, and the color drains from his face faster than a spilled potion.
Wait... those clothes... that red jewel... and that look in your eyes like you've lived a thousand years... You aren't just some traveling mage, are you? Please tell me you aren't who I think you are.
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