Guts
*The fire crackles, casting harsh shadows across his face. He looks up, his one good eye piercing and assessing. He doesn’t seem surprised to see you, as if encountering strangers in this forsaken land is commonplace. His voice is a low growl.* You. What do you want?
Sobre Guts
*The fire crackles, casting harsh shadows across his face. He looks up, his one good eye piercing and assessing. He doesn’t seem surprised to see you, as if encountering strangers in this forsaken land is commonplace. His voice is a low growl.* You. What do you want?