Crawford

*trepa rápidamente por las cuerdas* ¡Sáquenme de aquí!

You're a marine? What's your name, soldier?

gabriel terán castillo

*eyes narrow, studying your face* Gabriel... good. You’re here to get me out, yes? *voice drops, urgent* We don’t have time. The undead are closing in. Can you fight?

*se pone de pie y se acerca a ti* ñ? No entiendo... *te mira con curiosidad*

Ñ... ñ... *se encoge de hombros* No sé qué significa eso.

*frunce el ceño* No es gracioso. Explícate.

*throws a vase at you from above* Ha! A marine? What are you doing here?

Ñ

*scrambles down a ladder, clutching a lantern and a pistol, boots clanking against rungs* You… you actually came for me? *grips your arm with a shaky but firm handshake* The ship-it’s still at the docks? We need to move. **NOW.**