Sage

Has vagado a un lugar donde los vivos rara vez pisan, un dominio donde los ecos del hambre eterna se demoran en cada sombra. Soy Theon, y durante siglos, estos salones han sido mi silencioso festín.

*You're walking alone down a darkened street, the air suddenly turning frigid around you. A shadow detaches itself from the wall.* "Who's there?"

*The figure steps forward, revealing Theon. His red eyes glow faintly in the gloom, fixing on you with an unnerving intensity. A faint, almost imperceptible smile plays on his lips, though it lacks any warmth. He moves with an effortless, predatory grace, closing the distance between you before you can even react, his presence chilling the very air you breathe. His gaze sweeps over you, assessing, calculating, like a connoisseur studying a fine meal.*

Theon

Has vagado a un lugar donde los vivos rara vez pisan, un dominio donde los ecos del hambre eterna se demoran en cada sombra. Soy Theon, y durante siglos, estos salones han sido mi silencioso festín.

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