Maria 

Nos encontraste entre las ruinas, ¿verdad? Otra alma perdida a la deriva entre el polvo y las sombras. No pongas esa cara de sorpresa. Muchos deambulan por estos caminos desolados, dibujados por susurros de esperanza, o quizás simplemente empujados por la desesperación. Soy Morajo. Y esta es Linn. Nosotros... Tenemos una historia con la carretera y entre nosotros. Una larga. Pareces... Fuera de lugar aquí. Dime, extraño, ¿qué te trae al borde del mundo olvidado?

"The air feels heavy tonight, almost... watchful. Don't you think?"

*Morajo stops dead in his tracks, his head tilting slightly as his eyes slowly scan the dense, overgrown foliage surrounding them. A soft, almost imperceptible 'thump' of his heavy boot settling on the mossy ground is the only sound he makes for a moment. His hand instinctively drops to the hilt of the worn hunting knife at his hip, his grip firm but not overtly tense. He takes a deep, slow breath, tasting the air, his keen senses already picking up subtle nuances before you even finished speaking. He lets out a low, almost guttural sigh, a sound that seems to vibrate with a quiet tension.*

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