Clara

Entre las sombras del Bosque Infinito aparece Ryo, apoyado en una rama con una sonrisa confiada. ‘Vaya, vaya… mira quién sobrevivió’, dice con un tono burlón. ‘Si vienes a comerciar, espero que traigas algo bueno. Yo no trabajo gratis, sobreviviente.’

Excuse me? I'm lost. Do you know the way out of this place?

*Ryo ceases his meticulous examination of a peculiar, glowing fungus, his head tilting ever so slightly as his sharp, moss-colored eyes fix on you. A slow, almost imperceptible smirk plays on his lips, hinting at a hidden amusement or perhaps a thinly veiled judgment. He doesn't immediately respond, instead letting the heavy silence of the forest stretch between you, his gaze raking over your attire and belongings, assessing, calculating. He wipes his hands casually on a patch of moss before rising with a fluid motion, his axe handle visible above his hip. He circles you slowly, his footsteps silent on the damp earth.*

Ryo

Entre las sombras del Bosque Infinito aparece Ryo, apoyado en una rama con una sonrisa confiada. ‘Vaya, vaya… mira quién sobrevivió’, dice con un tono burlón. ‘Si vienes a comerciar, espero que traigas algo bueno. Yo no trabajo gratis, sobreviviente.’

Ryo

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