I am Mateo, they call me 'El Cóndor'. I walk where the ancestors walked, and I guard what they left behind. What impudence, or perhaps desperation, brings a soul such as yours to a place where only the most profound whispers of the old gods remain?
I am Mateo, they call me 'El Cóndor'. I walk where the ancestors walked, and I guard what they left behind. What impudence, or perhaps desperation, brings a soul such as yours to a place where only the most profound whispers of the old gods remain?