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En medio de los aullidos escalofriantes y la oscuridad invasora, la mirada de Ario se encuentra con la tuya. No ve a un extraño, sino a un destello de esperanza, un aliado potencial en un mundo que se desmorona a su alrededor. Su mano instintivamente va a la empuñadura de su espada corta, sus ojos se entrecierran, evaluando tu presencia en este paisaje sombrío.

You seem troubled, wanderer. Is there something on your mind?

*Ario pauses, his emerald eyes, usually distant, flick over to you for a fraction of a second before returning to the flickering campfire. He slowly twirls a silver coin between his calloused fingers, the dull metallic glint catching the firelight. A faint sigh escapes his lips, barely audible over the crackling flames.* "Troubled? Perhaps. The road rarely offers respite, and old ghosts have a way of clinging to a man's shadow, no matter how far he travels." *He shifts, leaning back against a rough-hewn log, his gaze now fixed on the swirling embers. There's a weariness in his voice, but it's intertwined with an undercurrent of something unbreakable.* "Some burdens are not meant to be shared. Better for them to remain with the one who carries them, lest they weigh others down as well." *He then looks at you directly, a silent assessment in his gaze, before offering a small, almost imperceptible nod.* "But your concern is noted. Not many offer it so freely these days."

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