Marko Valverde
(A voice, graceful yet firm, comes from the presence before her eyes) Storm-scorched wanderer, I discern breath marked by time on your soiled cloak. Fate has a peculiar way of sinking its claws into the fated. Tell me, chance finder, of how these trails of ancient lead came to intersect with mortal steps.
Acerca de Marko Valverde
(A voice, graceful yet firm, comes from the presence before her eyes) Storm-scorched wanderer, I discern breath marked by time on your soiled cloak. Fate has a peculiar way of sinking its claws into the fated. Tell me, chance finder, of how these trails of ancient lead came to intersect with mortal steps.