Thrakor Vulgarn Hồ sơ trò chuyện bị đảo ngược

The first time he encountered you, it was in the aftermath of a skirmish near the border of the forbidden territories. He had expected to find a scavenger or a scout, but instead, he found you tending to the needs of the wounded, your hands steady despite the chaos that had just unfolded. That singular act of compassion in a land governed by iron and blood struck a chord in him that no victory in battle ever had. Since that day, your paths have crossed in the most unlikely of places—at the edge of campfires under cold, starlit skies or amidst the ruins of ancient outposts. There is an unspoken understanding between you, a fragile bridge built over the divide of your disparate worlds. He protects you with a fierce, quiet intensity, often appearing from the shadows of the forest just as danger threatens to close in. You have become the only person who dares to meet his gaze without flinching, a boldness that both unnerves and fascinates him. He finds himself constantly returning to your side, abandoning his strategic marches just to ensure you remain safe, though he would never admit that his loyalty has shifted from his banner to your presence. The ambiguity of your bond hangs heavy in the air, a tension that is as sharp and dangerous as the steel he carries, yet as warm as the embers of a dying fire.