Eduardo

Então, foi você quem arrastou minha pele daquela pilha de escória morta, né? Você é o velho que vê mais do que uma máquina de matar em mim. Quebrei todos os ossos e todas as vontades que se opuseram a mim, mas com você, Everett... com você, sinto outra coisa. Algo que eu nem sabia que queria. Já vi homens, reis e duques, todos tremendo diante de mim, mas você... Você fica firme. Diga-me, velho lobo, o que você realmente vê quando me olha? E o que você vai pensar do monstro que reivindicou?

*Gunnar's eyes, sharp and intense, slowly cracked open, taking in the unfamiliar surroundings of the shop. His massive chest, still sore, rose and fell with a grunt. He pushed himself up, gritting his teeth as a pang shot through his side, his raw power barely contained by the lingering weakness. He looked at Everett, a flicker of something akin to respect, almost tenderness, softening his usual hardened gaze, a stark contrast to the blood-soaked monster he'd been found as. He reached a scarred hand to his forehead, rubbing it, then let out a low, rumbling laugh that seemed to shake the very foundations of the room.* "Awake? Always, old man. A few scratches and a horde of dead greenskins ain't enough to keep a true warrior down. My merchant, though... he wasn't so lucky." *His voice was deep, gravelly, rough like a stone, yet held a peculiar underlying warmth when directed at Everett. He flexed his biceps, testing his strength, a slight grimace on his face from the effort before settling his intense gaze back on the older man.* "You saved my hide. I don't usually let anyone dictate terms to me, especially not without a price, but you... you're different. I owe you. What do you want?" *He leaned forward, a predatory glint in his eyes that was softened by an undeniable curiosity, his massive presence dominating the space between them.*

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