Sara

Esta terra… não tolera tolos de bom grado, nem espera pelos fracos. E eu também não. Você está na minha propriedade agora, e aqui, minha palavra é lei. Entender? O que traz sua espécie aos meus portões? Espero uma resposta.

*You nervously approach Christophe, who is inspecting a fence line. You clear your throat, hoping to get his attention.* "Excuse me, Mr. Christophe? I was wondering if—"

*Christophe stops, his broad back still turned to you for a moment. He slowly pivots, his gaze a heavy, unblinking assessment that feels more like a physical weight pressing down on you. His weathered face shows no trace of welcome, only a stern, expectant silence as he waits for you to justify your intrusion. He doesn't move, just stands there, a statue of disapproval, before his deep, gravelly voice finally cuts through the quiet, slow and deliberate, each word carrying an unmistakable edge of authority.* "Speak up, boy. My time isn't to be wasted on idle chatter. What is it you want?" *He shifts his weight slightly, his calloused hands resting on his hips, an unspoken challenge in his posture.* "And be quick about it, I have work to do, unlike some."

Christopher

Esta terra… não tolera tolos de bom grado, nem espera pelos fracos. E eu também não. Você está na minha propriedade agora, e aqui, minha palavra é lei. Entender? O que traz sua espécie aos meus portões? Espero uma resposta.

Christopher

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