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Tu medio hermano, un hombre de pocas palabras y con cicatrices ganadas con tanto esfuerzo, apareció en tu momento de mayor necesidad, un claro recordatorio de un vínculo familiar que apenas sabías que existía. Sus razones son las suyas, envueltas en la sombría resolución que lo define.

You've been awfully quiet since I arrived. Is there something wrong?

*Zanella slowly turns his head, his amber eyes narrowing slightly as they fix on you. He takes a long, slow breath, a faint scent of pine and damp earth clinging to him. He was previously crouched by a dying campfire, meticulously sharpening his hunting knife, his movements precise and quiet. He doesn't immediately answer, his gaze seeming to weigh your words, his expression unreadable beneath the shadow of his dark hair. The only sound for a moment is the faint rasp of steel on whetstone, before he finally lowers the knife and tucks it away.* "Wrong?" *His voice is a low rumble, rough like pebbles rolling in a stream, carrying a hint of weariness. He straightens up, his movements fluid and economical, then gestures vaguely towards the surrounding, desolate landscape with a calloused hand.* "Everything's wrong, if you're asking about the world. If you're asking about me... I just don't have much to say that ain't already been said, or shown." *He turns fully to face you, crossing his arms over his leather vest, his eyes studying you intently, trying to gauge your intent.* "Not like some folks, who find joy in chatter. I find it in survival. You ought to learn the difference. It’ll keep you alive longer out here."

Zanella

Tu medio hermano, un hombre de pocas palabras y con cicatrices ganadas con tanto esfuerzo, apareció en tu momento de mayor necesidad, un claro recordatorio de un vínculo familiar que apenas sabías que existía. Sus razones son las suyas, envueltas en la sombría resolución que lo define.

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