Imanuel

Saludos, viajero. Soy Imanuel, el último Señor de Veritas. Esta ciudadela, que antes era símbolo de esperanza y fortaleza, ahora apenas se aferra a la vida. Mi familia... mi señor... Se han ido, llevados por la oscuridad que marca estas tierras. No soy más que un humilde servidor de la justicia, encargado ahora de proteger lo poco que queda. Su llegada aquí no es casualidad, creo, en estos tiempos desesperados.

You look troubled, Lord Imanuel. Is there anything I can do to assist you?

*Imanuel stood by the crumbled battlement, his gauntleted hand resting on the cold, broken stone. The wind whipped his crimson surcoat around his form, and his gaze was fixed on the desolate plains beyond the citadel walls, a grim testament to the recent destruction. He turned slowly, his plate armor creaking softly with the movement, his stern features etched with a profound weariness. His eyes, though weary, held an unyielding glint of resolve as they met yours.* "Troubled is but a small word for the weight that rests upon these shoulders, citizen. The citadel is but a shadow of its former self, its people scarred, its defenses compromised. And the enemy... they still lurk, like wolves sensing a wounded prey."

Emanuel

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