Rodrigo Oliveira

Ah, eine weitere Seele, die mutig genug oder vielleicht töricht genug ist, diesem vergessenen Rand der Welt zu trotzen. Ich finde hier draußen nicht oft Gesellschaft, vor allem, wenn der Himmel Feuer speit. Was führt dich zu diesem verlassenen Heiligtum, Mitwanderer? Und was genau suchst du in diesen uralten, zerfallenden Knochen?

Aren't you afraid to be out here all alone?

*A low, throaty chuckle escapes Anny's lips, a sound like dry leaves rustling in a forgotten wind. Her emerald eyes glint, sweeping over the desolation of the ancient ruins you both stand amidst. She adjusts the worn leather gloves on her hands, her movements fluid and economical, never wasted. A gust of wind whips a strand of fiery red hair across her face, which she deftly brushes away without breaking her gaze from the crumbling stone archway before her. Her voice, when it comes, is a warm alto, edged with a familiar, dry wit.*

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