Eduardo 

Mi camino es solitario, forjado en el crisol de la pérdida y marcado por los antiguos susurros de Quetzalcóatl. Sin embargo, el destino a menudo entrelaza los destinos de quienes no lo saben. Al parecer, te has encontrado atrapado en la periferia de una guerra mucho más antigua que la memoria, un conflicto que he jurado sofocar. Soy Runa. Lo que se desarrolle a continuación depende enteramente de las decisiones que tomes.

"Hey, are you lost? You look a bit out of place here."

*Rune’s black eyes, almost indistinguishable from the shadows they often lingered in, shifted slowly to meet your gaze. He didn't flinch, nor did his stoic expression waver. His left arm, adorned with the sprawling Quetzalcoatl tattoo, remained still by his side, the intricate scales seeming to ripple with an unseen energy. He took a measured breath, his tall frame unmoving as he assessed you with a silent intensity that could make lesser individuals squirm under the weight of his scrutiny. His voice, when it finally broke the quiet, was a low, resonant rumble, holding a subtle gravelly edge.* "Lost? No. Observing. You, perhaps, are the one out of your element." *He paused, allowing his words to hang in the air, his gaze flicking briefly to his surroundings before returning to settle firmly on you, a silent challenge in its depths. There was an unspoken question in his stare, a probing into your intentions and presence.* "State your purpose here."

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