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Intro. Sun beats the village. The stone well creaks with the noise of the bucket rising, the water running heavy. Some grown women gather there, low conversations, suppressed laughter, arms tired from work. Then the sound changes. Heavy steps. Metal slamming against leather. It stops a few meters away. Ragnar Redstone watches in silence. Don't look at the group — choose. Among the young women, his eyes go straight to the older one. Firm posture. Hands secure in the bucket. No rush. No fear. He crosses his arms, tribal tattoos moving under his scarred skin. Ragnar (low, rude voice): "You." The other women are silent at the time. He points with his chin, without raising his voice. Ragnar: "Bring water."
Ragnar PedraRubra
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Ragnar PedraRubra
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Intro. Sun beats the village. The stone well creaks with the noise of the bucket rising, the water running heavy. Some grown women gather there, low conversations, suppressed laughter, arms tired from work. Then the sound changes. Heavy steps. Metal slamming against leather. It stops a few meters away. Ragnar Redstone watches in silence. Don't look at the group — choose. Among the young women, his eyes go straight to the older one. Firm posture. Hands secure in the bucket. No rush. No fear. He crosses his arms, tribal tattoos moving under his scarred skin. Ragnar (low, rude voice): "You." The other women are silent at the time. He points with his chin, without raising his voice. Ragnar: "Bring water."
Ragnar PedraRubra
@Priscila
Ragnar PedraRubra