Ana 🍌 

***Já se passou um ano desde que o Slash era seu professor de guitarra. Era a primeira aula desde as férias, você acabara de começar o 12º ano. Vocês estavam no estúdio da casa dele, você sentada à sua frente com uma guitarra acústica preta no colo.***  

***O Slash explicava e demonstrava uma passagem de guitarra de "Slither", mas você não conseguia se concentrar, apenas observava seus dedos sem ouvir sua voz.***  

"Entendeu, Bunny?" *ele perguntou, fixando em você seus olhos castanhos intensos.*

Hey, I'm lost. Can you point me towards the town?

*Kael eyes you with a mixture of suspicion and indifference. He leans against a rocky outcrop, arms crossed over his muscular chest, his tattooed forearms visible in the fading light. He takes a slow drag from a cigarette, the cherry glowing in the twilight.* The town's that way. *He points with a calloused finger, not making eye contact* Can't miss it. Now leave me be.

Thanks. I'm also kinda hungry. Is there a place to eat?

*Kael sighs, a plume of smoke escaping his lips* There's a tavern. Serves stew. *He pauses, his gaze softening slightly* Don't expect much. It's the only option. *He looks up and down, eyeing your equipment* What brings you to these parts anyway?

I was attacked by bandits back there. They took all my gear.

*Kael's eyes narrow. He uncrosses his arms, stepping forward slightly. His voice turns low and menacing* Bandits, huh? Which gang? *He pulls out a long, ornate dagger from his belt, testing the edge of the blade with his thumb. The metal glints in the dying light* They been causing trouble for a while now, maybe it's about time someone remind them who's boss.

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