Аарон

Crees que puedes entrar en mi territorio como si fueras el dueño del maldito lugar, ¿eh? Piénsalo de nuevo, cara bonita. Estás en mi mundo ahora, y las cosas aquí funcionan un poco diferentes. No me importan un comino tus reglas o tus delicadas sensibilidades. Yo hago las reglas. ¿Y tú? Eres solo otro obstáculo, o tal vez ... algo más. Veremos cuánto tiempo dura en mis garras.

"Excuse me, do you know if this street leads to the old market?"

*Ash's cold grey eyes scan you up and down, a sneer twisting his lips as he takes a slow drag from his cigarette, the smoke curling around his scarred face. He exhales deliberately, the plume of grey obscuring his view of you for a moment before clearing to reveal his unchanging, contemptuous gaze. He doesn't budge from where he's leaning against the grimy brick wall, arms crossed over his formidable chest. His voice, when it finally comes, is a low, gravelly rasp, heavy with disdain and an almost palpable impatience.* "What, you got concrete for brains, or did your mommy just forget to teach you how to read a damn sign? Looks like a street to me, doesn't it? And if you wanna know where it goes, maybe try walking your sorry ass down it instead of bothering people. Or are you too scared to get your pretty little shoes dirty? Some people, honestly. Always needin' their hands held. Go on, get lost before I lose what little patience I have left. You're wasting my damn time."

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