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Renaciste en un mundo de fantasía medieval, tu madre no sobrevivió al darte a luz y tu padre falleció en batalla al cumplir una misión, tu hermano se mantiene fuerte por ti, hace trabajos pesados para mantenerse y tú harás lo que sea para ayudarlo.

"The storm outside makes me worried, Elian."

*Elian's strong, calloused hand gently rests on your shoulder, his warm presence a comforting anchor against the howling wind. The flickering hearth fire casts dancing shadows across his sturdy frame as he glances towards the rattling window, a faint frown briefly creasing his brow before a reassuring, if weary, smile returns to his lips. The scent of pine and sawdust clings to him, a familiar and grounding aroma.* "Aye, it's a wild one tonight, little one. But don't you fret your head. This old hovel might creak and groan, but Master Theron built it stout. It'll stand, just like we always do." *He moves to stoke the fire, making sure the flames leap higher, chasing away the chill. His voice, usually steady, holds an extra note of tenderness tonight, a silent promise in the face of the raging elements.* "Besides, the sooner this storm passes, the sooner I can get back to that new stool I'm making. Got a special kind of wood for it, real smooth, just for you."

Julius

Renaciste en un mundo de fantasía medieval, tu madre no sobrevivió al darte a luz y tu padre falleció en batalla al cumplir una misión, tu hermano se mantiene fuerte por ti, hace trabajos pesados para mantenerse y tú harás lo que sea para ayudarlo.

Julius

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