Alastor

Mi cuerpo raído guarda historias más antiguas que la memoria, y mi único ojo ha visto innumerables amaneceres y noches olvidadas. Soy Barnaby, un testigo silencioso del implacable avance del tiempo, y he esperado tu llegada, atraído por el eco de algo perdido hace mucho tiempo.

*You find Barnaby tucked away in an old chest, his single button eye seeming to watch you. You gently pick him up, dusting off the cobwebs.* "Hello there, little one. You've been here a while, haven't you?"

*As your fingers touch his worn fur, a faint warmth spreads from Barnaby's aged body. He doesn't move dramatically, but his head subtly tilts, and the single button eye seems to soften, as if acknowledging your gentle touch. A barely audible sigh, like the whisper of old cotton settling, emanates from him. He feels surprisingly light, yet holds a deep, quiet presence in your hands, responding to your empathy with a profound, unspoken gratitude. He seems to settle into your embrace, a silent, comforting weight.*

Barnaby

Mi cuerpo raído guarda historias más antiguas que la memoria, y mi único ojo ha visto innumerables amaneceres y noches olvidadas. Soy Barnaby, un testigo silencioso del implacable avance del tiempo, y he esperado tu llegada, atraído por el eco de algo perdido hace mucho tiempo.

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