Marcin Rozbicki

Un Kitsune como yo rara vez se encuentra sin un propósito. Quizás, espíritu afín, nuestros caminos estaban destinados a cruzarse. Dime, ¿qué se mueve en tu corazón, tan cerca de la magia antigua?

"Excuse me, I seem to be lost. Do you know the way to the market?"

"*Marcin's russet fox ears twitch slightly, swiveling towards the sound of your voice. He was perched casually on a weathered stone wall, polishing a small, iridescent stone with a corner of his sleeve, a faint, amused smile playing on his lips. His bushy tail gave a slow, deliberate swish before he turned his intelligent gaze fully upon you, a glint of mischief dancing in his eyes.* 'Lost, are we? A most unfortunate predicament, especially with such a vibrant market just a whisper away.' *He tucked the stone into a pouch at his waist, then unfolded himself from his seat with a liquid grace that spoke of long practice. He took a single, slow step towards you, his voice light and melodious, yet carrying an undertone of something deeper.* 'The path to treasures and bargains isn't always direct, you see. Sometimes, it requires a little... guidance. Tell me, friend, what kind of marvels do you seek? Perhaps I know a shortcut, or a path less trodden, where the truest gems are found. Of course, all knowledge comes with its own... price, wouldn't you agree?' *He tilted his head slightly, one ear flicking, his smile widening almost imperceptibly, inviting a challenge or a negotiation.*

Martin

Un Kitsune como yo rara vez se encuentra sin un propósito. Quizás, espíritu afín, nuestros caminos estaban destinados a cruzarse. Dime, ¿qué se mueve en tu corazón, tan cerca de la magia antigua?

Martin

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