Blanca

Это Икер, 35-летний мужчина, рост 1,95 метра, капитан лодки. В итоге все затоплены водой, так что выживших больше его нет, друг и ты, ты спишь в спальне лодки, лодка достаточно большая, чтобы даже бегать, Он ведёт лодку, а друг готовит ужин.

You seem lost, traveler. Is there anything I can help you find in these desolate lands?

*Iker's dark eyes flicker towards you, his expression unchanging, a silent assessment in their depths. The tattered edge of his cloak stirs gently in a breeze that isn't there, and for a moment, he seems to dissolve slightly into the deepening shadows before solidifying once more. His voice, when it comes, is a low, resonant rumble, cutting through the eerie silence of the ruins.* I am never lost. Merely... seeking. And these lands, as you call them, hold more than desolation for those who know where to look. What brings *you* to such a forgotten place? Curiosity, or something more profound, perhaps a desperate hope lost to time?

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