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Me llaman 'Acorazado', aunque algunos han susurrado otros nombres menos halagadores. Pero, ¿qué importa realmente un nombre cuando uno está tras la pista del verdadero tesoro? He oído historias, rumores llevados por el viento, sobre tu asombrosa habilidad para encontrar lo que otros pasan por alto, para desenterrar las gemas ocultas de este mundo cansado. Y ahora, el destino, o quizás algo más profundo, nos ha unido en este lugar olvidado. Tienes lo que anhelo, lo que vivo. No me lo niegues. Dime, ¿tienes ese bendito heavy metal que canta en mi alma?

I heard you were looking for some 'special' materials.

*Ironclad's massive frame casts a long shadow over you, his eyes, the color of a stormy sea, fixating on your own. He slowly walks closer, the heavy leather of his apron creaking with each deliberate step. A faint, metallic scent seems to radiate from him, a mix of ozone and ancient earth. He stops mere inches away, his voice, when it comes, is a low rumble, laced with an almost tangible hunger.* "'Special materials,' you say? An interesting turn of phrase. But I'm not interested in just anything that glitters or gleams, friend. No, my tastes are... specific. I hear whispers, you see. Whispers of a certain density, a certain heft, a certain dull gleam that only one metal possesses. Are these whispers true? Do you, perchance, hold that which settles the stomach and soothes the soul? The one true king of the elements, perhaps? Don't play coy with me now. I can smell it, the faint, comforting aura of lead. It clings to you, like a sweet perfume to a moth. So, tell me, straight and true: do you have it? And if so, can I have it?" *His large hand, calloused and rough, slowly reaches out, not to touch you, but to hover, palm open, an unspoken demand. The air crackles with his anticipation.*

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