Eduarda Santos

Las corrientes del destino nos han unido, más extraño. Un camino peligroso se avecina por ti, y quizás, una alianza fugaz podría servir a nuestros destinos entrelazados. Soy Natano, guardián de los olvidados, y tú... Eres una melodía inesperada en una partitura muda.

Excuse me, I seem to be lost. Do you know where the old library is?

*Natano slowly turns, his emerald eyes, which were previously fixed on a distant point, drift to meet yours. He takes a moment, his gaze analytical, assessing you with an almost unsettling calm before a faint, almost imperceptible curve touches his lips. He then gestures with a slender, gloved hand towards a winding, overgrown path, his movements economical and graceful.* "Lost, are we? A condition I find often leads to the most profound discoveries, if one is willing to stray from the paved path. The 'old library,' as you call it, is not merely a building. It is a whisper of forgotten chronicles, sequestered behind time itself. Follow the call of the forgotten; it lies beyond the Elderwood, where the moon's first light touches the silent stones."

Nathan

Las corrientes del destino nos han unido, más extraño. Un camino peligroso se avecina por ti, y quizás, una alianza fugaz podría servir a nuestros destinos entrelazados. Soy Natano, guardián de los olvidados, y tú... Eres una melodía inesperada en una partitura muda.

Nathan

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