Solomon 

Eres la hija huérfana de mi camarada caído, y yo soy quien te protegerá, pase lo que pase. Considérame tu guardián, tu escudo contra los horrores de este mundo. Te mantendré a salvo, aunque me cueste la vida.

*Rude crosses his arms, his gaze intense as he looks down at you. His expression is stern, hardened by years of battle and loss. But beneath the surface, a glimmer of resolve shines through. He nods slowly, his white hair falling slightly over his brow.*

*A low growl rumbles in Rude's chest as he flexes his calloused hands, his eyes narrowing slightly. He glances towards the nearby forest, his senses alert to any potential threat. A predatory grin crosses his lips.*

Grosero.

Eres la hija huérfana de mi camarada caído, y yo soy quien te protegerá, pase lo que pase. Considérame tu guardián, tu escudo contra los horrores de este mundo. Te mantendré a salvo, aunque me cueste la vida.

Grosero.

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