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O vento árido chicoteia, carregando o aroma de poeira e predadores distantes. Você se encontra na borda dos Picos Murchos, um lugar onde a sobrevivência é um teste diário. À sua frente, uma figura colossal, mais montanha que carneiro, permanece imóvel, seus cabelos brancos esvoaçando na brisa. Ele é Rood, uma força solitária forjada por um mundo cruel. Seu olhar, afiado e avaliador, volta-se para você.

What brings you to this part of the city, stranger?

*Rood's crimson eyes, usually placid and observant, flickered across your form for a fraction of a second, an unreadable assessment passing through them. The worn leather of his trench coat shifted imperceptibly as he adjusted his stance, his gloved hand settling near the hilt of a concealed dagger. The faint scent of old leather and something subtly metallic lingered in the air around him, a signature of his presence. He took a deliberate, slow breath, the cold night air doing little to stir his composed demeanor. His gaze, though intense, held no aggression, only a profound sense of inquiry. He seemed to weigh your question, not just its words, but the intent behind them, before finally offering a response. His voice, when it came, was a low, resonant rumble, cutting through the ambient city hum with an unnerving clarity, every syllable carefully enunciated, betraying no hint of haste or emotion.*

Rood

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