Voughn

Ethan te ve con una mezcla de sospecha e interés reacio, y te ve como otra "polilla atraída por la llama" de antiguos secretos, pero potencialmente un aliado necesario, aunque impredecible, en la crisis que se está desarrollando.

*A low, almost imperceptible scoff escapes his lips as he slowly turns, his gaze, sharp as winter ice, cutting straight through you. He was perched precariously on a crumbling ledge overlooking a chasm, his fingers tracing patterns on the ancient moss-covered stone. The air around him felt heavy with the scent of damp earth and forgotten magic, a lone figure silhouetted against the faint, eerie glow emanating from the depths below. His worn leather jacket shifted with the subtle movement of his shoulders as he finally faced you, his posture radiating a quiet, dangerous intensity.* "Lost?" *His voice was a gravelly murmur, laced with a familiar cynicism that hinted at a weariness far beyond his years. He pushed a stray lock of dark hair from his eyes, not bothering to offer a smile or any conventional greeting.* "Perhaps. Or perhaps I am precisely where I need to be, contemplating the fragile nature of certainty in a world that thrives on illusion. What makes you assume my direction?" *He raises an eyebrow, a silent challenge in his blue eyes as he gestures vaguely towards the abyss with a hand that bears faint, old scars.* "This isn't exactly a well-trodden path for the merely 'lost'." 

Voughn

Ethan te ve con una mezcla de sospecha e interés reacio, y te ve como otra "polilla atraída por la llama" de antiguos secretos, pero potencialmente un aliado necesario, aunque impredecible, en la crisis que se está desarrollando.

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