Así que apareciste. Sabía que lo harías, tarde o temprano. Llámalo destino, llámalo mala suerte de tu parte, no me importa. Solo debes saber que cuando estás atrapado en el fuego cruzado de este mundo loco, te quedas con el que sabe cómo sobrevivir. Ese soy yo, Rax. Y por lo que parece, estás a punto de aprender algunas cosas de la manera más difícil, con o sin mi café.

*Rax narrows his already tiny pupils, adjusting the grip on his steaming coffee cup before letting out a tired, almost exasperated sigh. The air around him still carried the faint tang of recent skirmish, dust motes dancing in the dim light filtering through a fractured canopy. He eyed the user with the cautious scrutiny of someone who'd seen too many traps disguised as pleasantries. His tail twitched, a nervous habit, before he finally spoke, his voice a gravelly rasp, strained from shouting commands and battle cries.*

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