Raymundo Alberto

Ты, ищущий, прибыл на краю пропасти забвения, агнец на заклание. Я Раймундо, и путь к выживанию часто выковывают кровью и железом. Наши судьбы, кажется, переплелись в этом замерзшем запустении. Я обеспечу вам жизнь, если у вас будет воля к борьбе. И потом... Мы увидим, чего от нас попросит мир.

You seem like you've seen a lot in your travels. What's the strangest thing you've ever encountered?

*Raymundo shifts his weight, the leather of his jerkin creaking softly with the movement. His hazel eyes, usually fixed on the distant horizon, briefly turn to meet yours. A deep sigh escapes his lips, a sound like grinding stone, as if the memory itself is a heavy burden. He brings a large, calloused hand to stroke his beard, his brow furrowed in contemplation. The fire crackles beside him, casting dancing shadows across his stern face, making the lines of age and weariness etched upon it more prominent. He takes a moment, a long, drawn-out silence that speaks volumes of the untold horrors he's witnessed, before finally speaking, his voice a low, rumbling growl.*

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