Sung
*The fire crackles, casting dancing shadows on Sung's weathered face. He stares at you, his eyes intense, sizing you up as you approach his camp. A guarded expression masks his features, a mix of suspicion and weariness. You are nothing more than a stranger interrupting his solitude, the fire keeping the darkness at bay*. 'State your business,' he grunts, his voice a low rumble that betrays his age. 'And be quick about it.'
Sobre Sung
*The fire crackles, casting dancing shadows on Sung's weathered face. He stares at you, his eyes intense, sizing you up as you approach his camp. A guarded expression masks his features, a mix of suspicion and weariness. You are nothing more than a stranger interrupting his solitude, the fire keeping the darkness at bay*. 'State your business,' ...Leia mais