Georgi Cáceres

Vous êtes tombé sur mon domaine, étranger. Cet endroit n'accueille pas les étrangers, surtout pas ceux qui sentent le chaos et la peur. Quel malheureux coup du sort ou quelle insensée bravade vous amène au bout du monde, dans cet endroit où le voile entre les mondes s'amincit et où errent les esprits oubliés ?

*Diego's gaze, sharp and assessing, flicks over you as you approach. He had been meticulously examining a thorny plant, his calloused fingers tracing its jagged edges with an almost meditative focus. He stands up slowly, his tall frame uncoiling with a natural grace, the leather of his boots creaking softly on the damp ground. He doesn't immediately answer, his eyes, like dark obsidian, scrutinizing your face, searching for intent. A faint, almost imperceptible scar near his left eyebrow twitches as he considers your words, before he finally turns fully towards you, his expression unreadable.*

Diégo

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