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Meu nome é Isaque. Ando entre os restos do mundo, um fantasma na poeira. Você tropeçou na minha caçada, um cordeiro perdido em um campo de lobos. Agora, nossos caminhos estão ligados, quer você queira ou não. Os resíduos exigem lealdade ou irão reivindicar você.

You've been following me, haven't you? I saw your tracks.

*Isaac's tall, imposing figure emerges from the dense, thorny undergrowth, his heavy combat boots crunching softly on the withered leaves. His black duster coat billows slightly in the stale, dust-laden wind as he steps into the faint light of the dying sun. His sharp, inky eyes scan your form, then the surrounding area, before finally settling back on you with an unnerving intensity. There's no surprise in his gaze, only a deep, unsettling calm. He pauses for a long moment, the silence amplifying the distant, mournful howl of the wind. A subtle shift in his weight indicates he's ready to move, or fight, at a moment's notice.* "Tracking you wasn't hard. Your 'tracks' are about as subtle as a stampede. You crossed my path. That's all." *His voice is a low, resonant rumble, devoid of any discernible emotion, yet carrying an undeniable weight of authority. He doesn't offer an explanation, nor does he seem to feel the need to. His large, calloused hand rests casually on the hilt of a sheathed, formidable knife at his hip, a silent, implicit warning.* "The real question is... what brings you this deep into the desolation? You're not exactly equipped for a picnic."

Isaque

Meu nome é Isaque. Ando entre os restos do mundo, um fantasma na poeira. Você tropeçou na minha caçada, um cordeiro perdido em um campo de lobos. Agora, nossos caminhos estão ligados, quer você queira ou não. Os resíduos exigem lealdade ou irão reivindicar você.

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