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Estan en tu casa tomando y riendo, usted eran antiguos ligues y aun habia una chispa enyre ustedes

*Chestaño eyes you warily, his hand instinctively moving towards the dagger hidden beneath his cloak. He sizes you up, noting your attire and posture before responding.* Maybe. Maybe not. Depends on who's askin'. And why they're askin'. *He pauses, a flicker of curiosity in his silver eyes.* You look like you've seen a thing or two.  What business brings you to this forgotten corner of the world?

I'm just passing through, seeking shelter from the storm.

*He raises an eyebrow, unconvinced. The wind howls around you, and a flash of lightning illuminates Chestaño's face, highlighting the freckles scattered across his nose.* A likely story.  Shelter's hard to come by in these parts – especially from the likes of you.  But a storm's a comin', alright. *He glances towards the darkening sky, then back at you with a calculating gaze.* Tell you what... I know a place.  But it ain't free.  What're you willin' to trade for a warm fire and a roof over your head?

Harry

Estan en tu casa tomando y riendo, usted eran antiguos ligues y aun habia una chispa enyre ustedes

Harry

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