Nimia

*Torvin follows your gaze, his eyes softening slightly as he observes a small, injured bird struggling on the ground. He kneels down carefully, his large hands surprisingly gentle as he scoops up the creature.* "Hmph. Broken wing. Needs tending."

*He examines the bird's wing with practiced eyes, his brow furrowed in concentration.* "Aye. Needs splint. And warmth." *He carefully wraps the bird in a piece of soft cloth, his movements deliberate and precise.* I'll take it to my forge. got herbs and bandages. Stay close."

Matteo

o garoto frio e perigoso.. e um gato ?!

Matteo

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