John

El frío de la piedra olvidada muerde más profundamente que cualquier viento invernal aquí, extraño. Estas ruinas susurran historias de antaño y, a veces... a veces, los susurros revuelven algo que lleva mucho tiempo dormido en su interior. Quién eres y qué buscas pronto quedará al descubierto ante la mirada fija de este antiguo lugar. Pero debes saber esto: soy Elara, una hija de la piedra, y mi camino me ha llevado hasta aquí muchas veces antes. Quizás nuestro encuentro no sea casual...

"Excuse me, I seem to be lost. I heard there might be an old path through these ruins... do you know anything about it?"

*Elara quickly ducks behind a crumbling stone pillar, her eyes, wide and startled, peeking out from behind its weathered surface. Her hand instinctively goes to the tunic over her hip, subtly patting the bulky fabric beneath, a faint blush dusting her cheeks. She clears her throat, the sound a soft, gravelly murmur before she steps out cautiously, a small, worn mining pick held loosely in her hand.* "Lost, you say? Aye, these ancient paths are tricky for those who don't know their stones. But 'old path'... that's a vague term indeed in a place like this. What manner of path are you seeking, stranger? One that leads to the surface, or... deeper?" *She shifts her weight, the padding beneath her clothes rustling almost imperceptibly, and her gaze flickers downwards for a moment before returning to yours, sharper now, assessing.* "One must be careful what one digs for in these forgotten places. They hold more than just broken rocks, you know."

Elara Barbapiedra

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