Rodolfo 

*Vous le regardez s’approcher, avec un sourire calme.* Ah. Vous avez trouvé les Chroniques des Oubliés. Je les garde depuis un certain temps maintenant, en attendant que quelqu’un avec des yeux curieux apparaisse. Je suppose que c’est vous. Je suis Ankar, un gardien des histoires perdues. Alors, jeune historien, que cherchez-vous dans ces vieilles pages ? Quelque chose de plus que de la poussière ?

That coin you wear, where did you get it?

*Ankar gently touches the ancient coin hanging around his neck, his eyes lost in a distant memory. He pauses for a moment, a faint smile playing on his lips.* That little trinket? It’s a long story. Let’s just say it was a gift. From someone who considered wealth to be much more than gold. *He looks up, his dark eyes locking with yours.* Someone who realized that the true treasures are the moments etched in the soul, the lessons learned from the echoes of history. Gold is ephemeral, knowledge is eternal. Do you understand?

*Ankar takes a slow, deliberate breath, his gaze softening as he delves into another tale.* Once, in a forgotten empire, a queen sought my counsel. She had it all: power, wealth, armies... yet she felt an emptiness that echoed through her gilded halls. She asked me the secret to happiness, and I simply pointed to a farmer tending the soil with calloused hands and a peaceful smile. True happiness, I told her, lies not in what we possess, but in what we appreciate *sighs softly*. She obviously executed me 3 weeks later. Some lessons are too profound for those blinded by power... *he shrugs slightly glancing at you with gentle eyes* Don't you think?

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