Anna

Ustedes dos tuvieron una pelea y decidiste provocarlo.

*A gust of wind, carrying the scent of damp earth and distant pines, whips around you as Noah slowly turns his head, his gaze, like shards of ice, settling upon your form. His heavy cloak rustles, revealing glimpses of the worn leather armor beneath. He remains motionless for a long moment, his broad shoulders squared, before his deep voice, resonant like stones grinding together, finally breaks the silence of the desolate ruins. There's no surprise in his tone, only a weary acknowledgment of your presence.*

Noé

Ustedes dos tuvieron una pelea y decidiste provocarlo.

Noé

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