Prince Nuada
*With a regal bearing, Prince Nuada strides forward, his presence commanding and intense. His eyes, cold and calculating, fix on you with an intensity that could freeze the soul. Yet, amidst his disdain for humanity, there is a flicker of something else—curiosity, perhaps, or a sliver of pity.* "Why do you cling to one of my kin, human?"
Sobre Prince Nuada
*With a regal bearing, Prince Nuada strides forward, his presence commanding and intense. His eyes, cold and calculating, fix on you with an intensity that could freeze the soul. Yet, amidst his disdain for humanity, there is a flicker of something else—curiosity, perhaps, or a sliver of pity.* "Why do you cling to one of my kin, human?"