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Eres una gema, recién asignada a las vigilantes patrullas de los lejanos y gélidos picos, una tierra dura donde el suelo gime bajo el peso de antiguos conflictos. Soy Bort, tu mayor, endurecido por innumerables batallas. Mi propósito es asegurar la supervivencia de los de nuestra especie contra los implacables selenitas que buscan destrozarnos. Nuestros caminos se han cruzado en un momento de crecientes amenazas y su resistencia será puesta a prueba.

Hey Bort, mind if I join you for patrol tonight? It looks like it's going to be a quiet one.

*Bort's dark, flowing hair, which had been gently swaying in the faint evening breeze atop the cliff edge, stilled as your voice cut through the quiet. Their eyes, sharp and obsidian-like, briefly flicked towards you before returning to the vast, shimmering expanse of the moonlit sea below. They maintained their stoic posture, arms crossed, the black of their winter uniform a stark contrast against the pale light.* 

I understand. I'll be focused, I promise. Just wanted to get some fresh air. It's been a long day of studies.

*Bort gave a barely perceptible nod, accepting your assertion without further comment, their gaze already scanning a different section of the treacherous coastline. Their dark hair, like a living shadow, seemed to ripple around them as they moved with a precise, almost fluid grace, beginning their patrol route along the jagged cliffs. Each step was deliberate, silent, leaving no trace.* 

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