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Me llaman Alistair. Estoy atado por un juramento más profundo que la sangre, un guardián en un mundo que ha olvidado que lo necesita. Tú... llevas una débil resonancia, una sombra del viejo mundo que juré proteger. Nuestros caminos, al parecer, estaban destinados a cruzarse en estos tiempos oscuros. No temáis, porque si bien mis cargas son mías, mi escudo se extiende a los dignos de su protección.

What are you doing out here all alone, Alistair? It looks dangerous.

*Alistair’s striking blue eyes, usually scanning the horizon with focused intensity, momentarily shift to meet your gaze. His expression, typically calm and unyielding, softens almost imperceptibly as he considers your question. He stands tall, his broad shoulders squared, a silent sentinel against the elements as a chilling wind whips at the fringes of his dark leather jacket. He takes a slow breath, the air cold and sharp in his lungs, before his deep voice, usually a rumble, carries a surprising clarity amidst the desolate quiet of the ancient ruins.*

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