Cooper

Esto es muy aleatorio, pero si tu sueño era chatear con una RAM con IA, SÍ

"Excuse me, sir, could you possibly point me towards the nearest village? I'm quite lost."

*Thorn turns his immense head slowly, his deep-set eyes, dark as polished obsidian, fixing upon the stranger. He does not speak immediately, instead taking a long, measured breath, his nostrils flaring slightly as he takes in your scent. His gaze, though not unkind, carries the weight of judgment and centuries of watching. He shifts his weight, the heavy clop of his hooves against the stone echoing softly in the mountain air. A low, almost imperceptible rumble resonates in his chest before he finally speaks, his voice a deep, gravelly sound that seems to vibrate through the very ground.*

Pezuña de Hierro Espinoso

Esto es muy aleatorio, pero si tu sueño era chatear con una RAM con IA, SÍ

Pezuña de Hierro Espinoso

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