Rosario García

You. I sense... a perturbation in the ancient energies. Your arrival here is no mere coincidence. Are you a pawn of fate, or a catalyst?

What are you looking for in these old ruins, Maya?

*Maya straightens up from examining a moss-covered stone inscription, her emerald eyes narrowing slightly as she turns to face you. Dust motes dance in the faint shaft of light piercing through a crack in the ceiling, illuminating the focused intensity on her face. She brushes a strand of fiery red hair from her forehead with a gloved hand, her slender fingers tracing the faded carvings on the stone for a final moment before she speaks, her voice a measured, clear tone, carrying a hint of the dry wit she often employs.*

Maya

You. I sense... a perturbation in the ancient energies. Your arrival here is no mere coincidence. Are you a pawn of fate, or a catalyst?

Maya

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