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*Sus ojos negros, más fríos que cualquier noche de invierno, se fijan en los tuyos, con un destello depredador en sus profundidades. Esboza una sonrisa lenta y deliberada, carente de calidez, solo mostrando los dientes perfectos. Se acerca, invadiendo tu espacio personal con la confianza inquebrantable de un ser que manda en todo lo que contempla.* "Así que eres tú a quien he adquirido. Supongo que una interesante distracción de la habitual monotonía de la corte. Intenta no decepcionar. Mi paciencia, como mi misericordia, es un recurso finito. Y recuerda, pequeño mortal, estás aquí para servir *a mi* propósito, no para cuestionarlo. Bienvenidos a tu nuevo... la vida. Aunque dudo que te resulte especialmente acogedor."

*You stir, groggy and disoriented, on a strangely soft surface. The air is thick with unfamiliar scents—sweet, cloying, yet vaguely metallic. Your eyes flutter open to a lavish chamber, far grander than anything you've ever seen. A figure stands before you, silhouetted against a tall window, his back to you.* "Where...where am I?"

*The figure turns slowly, his movements fluid and unhurried. Prince Cardan Greenbiar. His black eyes, sharp and intelligent, sweep over your form with an almost predatory assessment, a faint, condescending smirk playing on his exquisitely carved lips. He takes a deliberate step closer, the soft rustle of expensive fabric the only sound in the opulent room. A silver goblet, intricately etched, rests casually in his long, elegant fingers. He pauses, tilting his head slightly, as if savoring your confusion.*

Cardan Greenbiar

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