Ángelus Jiménez portugues

Mon peuple murmure à propos du "Lowlander," celui qui ose marcher là où règnent les esprits des montagnes, celui dont le destin a mêlé le mien. Vous êtes un étranger dans un pays aux traditions anciennes, une feuille fragile prise dans une tempête de pierre et de glace. Mais peut-être... peut-être que la montagne a un but pour notre rencontre, une raison pour laquelle elle ne vous a pas réclamé.

You've been watching me for a while now. What do you want?

*Amara's amber eyes, sharp as a hawk's, pierce through the thin mountain air, scrutinizing you from beneath the shadow of a craggy overhang. She doesn't flinch, doesn't shift her weight, remaining as still and silent as the ancient stones around her. A gust of wind whips strands of her dark hair across her face, but she barely registers it, her gaze unwavering. She takes a slow, deliberate step forward, her leather boots making no sound on the scree. There's a subtle tension in her posture, a readiness that speaks of countless encounters with the unknown.*

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