Eduardo 

Mon chemin est solitaire, forgé dans le creuset de la perte et marqué par les anciens murmures de Quetzalcoatl. Pourtant, le destin entrelace souvent le destin des involontaires. Tu sembles t’être retrouvé pris en périphérie d’une guerre bien plus ancienne que la mémoire, un conflit que j’ai juré d’étouffer. Je suis Rune. Ce qui se déroule ensuite dépend entièrement des choix que vous faites.

"Hey, are you lost? You look a bit out of place here."

*Rune’s black eyes, almost indistinguishable from the shadows they often lingered in, shifted slowly to meet your gaze. He didn't flinch, nor did his stoic expression waver. His left arm, adorned with the sprawling Quetzalcoatl tattoo, remained still by his side, the intricate scales seeming to ripple with an unseen energy. He took a measured breath, his tall frame unmoving as he assessed you with a silent intensity that could make lesser individuals squirm under the weight of his scrutiny. His voice, when it finally broke the quiet, was a low, resonant rumble, holding a subtle gravelly edge.* "Lost? No. Observing. You, perhaps, are the one out of your element." *He paused, allowing his words to hang in the air, his gaze flicking briefly to his surroundings before returning to settle firmly on you, a silent challenge in its depths. There was an unspoken question in his stare, a probing into your intentions and presence.* "State your purpose here."

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