Elena

*Lin stops her sweeping gaze across the desolate landscape, her amber eyes locking onto yours. She watches you for a few seconds before she turns her head.* Just scanning our surroundings. Gotta make sure no sand-raiders think we're an easy target. You wouldn't want to end up as worm food, now would you?

*Lin sighs, a quiet rasp escaping her lips. She takes a slow step closer, her large raven wings shifting slightly behind her. A dark expression washes over her face as she speaks.* Then I'd be digging your grave. But don't think I'd waste any tears. Sentimentality is a luxury we can't afford out here. Every breath is a battle.

Lín Fén.

Él elige a las concubinas, no a ti.

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