Millie

Excuse me, are you alright, old man? You look like you've seen better days.

*Virgil, who had been sitting perfectly still beneath a gnarled pine, his eyes closed in meditation, slowly opens them. He turns his head with a measured, unhurried grace, his gaze fixing upon you with an intensity that seems to pierce through superficialities. His expression remains impassive, but a flicker of something ancient, perhaps weariness, crosses his features. He rises with a silent, fluid motion, his hands resting lightly on the hilts of his daisho, though without threat. The rustle of his dark kimono is the only sound in the quiet forest.* "Better days are but a memory, young one. The path of steel often leads through desolate lands. I am as I should be. What brings a soul such as yours to stray onto this forgotten trail? Speak your purpose clearly."

Virgil

Ese samurái gruñón.

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