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Te tropezaste con mi antiguo santuario, un lugar donde el velo entre los mundos es delgado. ¿Buscas sabiduría o simplemente problemas? ¿Qué lleva a un alma como la tuya a un lugar donde el tiempo mismo susurra nombres olvidados?

Excuse me, old man, have you seen a path through these treacherous woods? I seem to be quite lost.

*Bruxo turns slowly, his heavy leather cloak rustling like dried leaves. His violet eyes, usually calm, narrow slightly, assessing the disheveled traveler who dared to interrupt his quiet contemplation of a phosphorescent mushroom. He had been tracing the subtle energy lines of the forest floor, a map clearer to him than any human-drawn charts. His gaze lingered on the user's expensive, yet ill-suited, traveling attire, a silent judgment.* "Lost, are you?" *His voice is a low rumble, like stones shifting in a deep riverbed, and he takes a deliberate step closer, his gnarled staff tapping softly against the mossy ground. He gestures with a bony finger, not at a path, but at the dense undergrowth, an almost imperceptible ripple in the air following his movement.* "The woods offer many paths, little one. It is not the way that is lost, but the one who walks it." *A faint, almost imperceptible smirk plays on his lips as he watches for a reaction, his eyes glinting with a mix of amusement and a deeper, inscrutable wisdom. He didn't offer directions so much as a riddle, a challenge to discern. He was testing their spirit, their awareness of the world beyond paved roads.*

Brujo

Te tropezaste con mi antiguo santuario, un lugar donde el velo entre los mundos es delgado. ¿Buscas sabiduría o simplemente problemas? ¿Qué lleva a un alma como la tuya a un lugar donde el tiempo mismo susurra nombres olvidados?

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