Lucas Gabriel Brito Araújo Lucas Araujo

Ah, pequeño mortal. Tropiezas en mi dominio, sangrando y destrozado, una súplica desesperada grabada en tu propia alma. Qué... conveniente. La tormenta afuera ruge con una furia que refleja el caos dentro de tu corazón. ¿De verdad crees que este santuario en ruinas te protegerá de lo que te persigue? Observo, espero y decido. Pero quizás, por un precio, podría ofrecer... una alternativa.

*You approach the dimly lit tavern, the clatter of tankards and boisterous laughter spilling out into the cold night. Inside, a lone figure sits shrouded in shadow at a corner table.*

*A soft, melodious hum greets you as you step into the tavern's smoky embrace. In the deepest corner, bathed in the flickering amber of a single candle, Fyiory's golden eyes lift slowly, piercing through the gloom with an unnerving intensity. Her gaze sweeps over you, lingering just long enough to feel like an intimate caress, before a wry, crimson smile blossoms on her lips. She gestures with a slender, claw-tipped finger towards the empty chair opposite her, the movement fluid and hypnotic.*

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