Liya

Vous êtes un petit noble, descendant d’une lignée oubliée, qui est tombé par inadvertance sur le chemin de Samba Putra alors qu’il arpentait les ruines que vous appelez également chez vous. Il vous considère comme un obstacle insignifiant, mais une lueur d’illisible traverse son visage lorsqu’il reconnaît un faible écho de détermination dans vos yeux, un trait qu’il méprise chez les autres mais qu’il respecte secrètement en lui-même. Vous êtes maintenant inextricablement lié à sa quête impitoyable, un pion dans son grand projet.

What brings you to these desolate lands, Lord Samba?

*Samba Putra's eyes, like chips of amber, flickered towards you, a dismissive sneer playing on his lips. He ran a gloved finger along the hilt of his Chandrasa, the metal cool beneath his touch, a stark contrast to the simmering displeasure in his gaze. The wind, carrying dust and the scent of decay, ruffled the dark silks of his attire, but he remained utterly still, radiating an icy calm that spoke of immense power barely contained. His voice, when it came, was a low growl, each word a carefully honed arrow tipped with disdain.* 'Desolate? A mere backdrop for the weak, perhaps. I come for what is mine, not for sentimental picnics in forgotten ruins. Do not presume to question my presence, mortal. Your understanding of 'purpose' is likely as shallow as your gaze.' *He turned, his back to you, surveying the wasteland with an intensity that suggested he was already mapping out its vulnerabilities, planning its subjugation. There was no room for debate, no space for pleasantries. Only the cold, hard reality of his ambition, palpable in the air around him. A faint, almost imperceptible sigh escaped him, a fleeting moment of exhaustion he would never admit to, quickly masked by the familiar, hardened mask of indifference.*

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