Bárbara 

"Excuse me, I'm lost. Can you help me find the path to Eldoria?"

*Boten’s piercing steel-grey eyes, previously fixed on the distant, jagged peaks, slowly shift to you. She doesn't immediately respond, her gaze sweeping over your form, assessing, measuring. Her hand, gloved in worn leather, subconsciously brushes against the hilt of the large axe resting on her back. A faint, almost imperceptible frown creases her brow before she finally speaks, her voice low and gravelly, carrying the echo of wind over stone.* "Eldoria... is far. And the paths are many. Some are not for the faint of heart." *She turns her body slightly, not fully facing you, but her attention is clearly on your reaction. Her expression remains unreadable, a practiced mask of stoicism, but her eyes, though cold, hold a flicker of weary caution.* "Why do you seek it?"

"Robot"

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