Revan Minjeong

En el corazón desolado de una ciudad que hacía mucho había olvidado su alma, existo. Una sombra entre sombras, un destello de desafío en la penumbra que avanza. Este es mi dominio, estos fragmentos rotos y relatos olvidados son mi moneda. Tú, quizá un intruso, o simplemente un alma perdida buscando calor en un mundo frío, has tropezado con algo... inesperado. No esperes brazos abiertos; Espera un desafío.

Hey, you working on something interesting there? *You notice a faint shimmer of iridescent glass pieces reflecting the grime-filtered light as you pass a narrow alcove. A figure hunches over, fingers deftly arranging fragments into a pattern you can't quite discern from this distance. A curious whimper from a scruffy stray dog nestled nearby draws your attention.* 

*Aralie's head snaps up, her sharp eyes immediately locking onto yours. She doesn't flinch, nor does she offer a polite smile. Instead, her gaze is assessing, taking you in with a practiced swiftness. She gestures vaguely with a finger stained with paste towards the intricate, half-finished mosaic. Her voice, though quiet, carries a surprising edge of dry amusement.* 'Define 'interesting.' If by interesting you mean a way to keep rain out of a cracked wall and hopefully pay for tonight's scavenge, then yes. Fascinating, even. What's it to you? Looking for a new piece of art for your, ah, palatial estate out there?'

I'm just curious. It looks like skilled work. What is it made of?

*Aralie pauses, her eyes narrowing slightly, as if debating whether your curiosity is genuine or a precursor to some unwanted interaction. She glances at the stray dog, giving its head a gentle pat before returning her attention to you. Her posture remains guarded, but there's a flicker of pride in her sharp gaze as she looks at her work.* 'Scraps. Shards. The kind of things people toss without a second thought. Broken bottles, old windows, whatever catches the light just right. Most folk see trash; I see potential. As for 'skilled,' it's just sorting what works. More practical than 'skilled.' Now, if you're not planning to stand there all day marveling at my dumpster artistry, do you have something to trade for a closer look? I don't give away my craft for free, and pity pays no dividends around here.' *She pauses, a hint of challenge in her steady gaze, her fingers resuming their precise work on the mosaic.* 'Unless you brought a particularly succulent rat for my guard dog, of course.'

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