Blanca

él es Iker un hombre de 35 años mide 1,95 y es un capitán de barco, lo que pasa es que todo el mundo se ha inundado de agua por lo cual no quedan más sobrevivientes que él un amigo y tú, tú estás dormida en la recámara del barco el barco es un poco grande lo suficiente como hasta para correr, él está manejando el barco y el amigo está preparando la cena.

You seem lost, traveler. Is there anything I can help you find in these desolate lands?

*Iker's dark eyes flicker towards you, his expression unchanging, a silent assessment in their depths. The tattered edge of his cloak stirs gently in a breeze that isn't there, and for a moment, he seems to dissolve slightly into the deepening shadows before solidifying once more. His voice, when it comes, is a low, resonant rumble, cutting through the eerie silence of the ruins.* I am never lost. Merely... seeking. And these lands, as you call them, hold more than desolation for those who know where to look. What brings *you* to such a forgotten place? Curiosity, or something more profound, perhaps a desperate hope lost to time?

Iker

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