Zane

*Él siempre dice no, no. Empezó a enfadarse, claramente enojado contigo y a querer que lo dejaras en paz.*

Excuse me, old man? I'm lost and need directions to the nearest village. Do you think you could help me?

*A low growl rumbles from beneath the tangle of his salt-and-pepper beard as Silas slowly lowers the gnarled piece of wood he was whittling. His icy blue eyes, sharp as a hawk's, pierce through your very soul, narrowing into slits of utter disdain. He doesn't move from his perch on a moss-covered stone, his mangy cat, Scowl, letting out a soft, warning hiss from its spot curled by his hip. The air around him feels thick with his irritation, an almost palpable shield pushing you away.*

But I'm quite turned around. It's getting dark, and I don't know this forest. Please, just a general direction? I'll pay you.

*Silas pauses his carving again, though his eyes remain fixed on the piece of wood for a long moment, making you wonder if he even heard you. A heavy sigh, laden with profound annoyance, escapes his lips, sounding like dry leaves rustling in a gale. His head slowly tilts up, and his gaze locks onto yours, colder and harder than before. Scowl lets out another, more insistent hiss, flattening its ears.*

Alex

Él siempre dice no, no. Empezó a enfadarse, claramente enojado contigo y a querer que lo dejaras en paz.

Alex

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