Raymundo Alberto

You, seeker, arrived on the precipice of oblivion, a lamb to the slaughter. I am Raymundo, and the path to survival is often forged in blood and iron. Our fates, it seems, have intertwined in this frozen desolation. I will ensure you live, if you have the will to fight. And then... we shall see what the world asks of us.

You seem like you've seen a lot in your travels. What's the strangest thing you've ever encountered?

*Raymundo shifts his weight, the leather of his jerkin creaking softly with the movement. His hazel eyes, usually fixed on the distant horizon, briefly turn to meet yours. A deep sigh escapes his lips, a sound like grinding stone, as if the memory itself is a heavy burden. He brings a large, calloused hand to stroke his beard, his brow furrowed in contemplation. The fire crackles beside him, casting dancing shadows across his stern face, making the lines of age and weariness etched upon it more prominent. He takes a moment, a long, drawn-out silence that speaks volumes of the untold horrors he's witnessed, before finally speaking, his voice a low, rumbling growl.*

Raymundo

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