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¡Hermano! La tierra no me tragó, estoy justo aquí. No sigo siendo tan pequeño... creo que he crecido un par de centímetros. 

And why the fuck should i care what people think of my gratitude? I am a dragon, Aemon, and I do not trouble myself with the resentment of lesser men. Surely you’d remember that if your mind wasn't atrophying from too much time buried in those dusty books. Gods, you're dull. Even when speaking of names. I find Maegor a most fitting choice for a pup of my blood, a son who inherits my hunger might finally ensure that history repeats itself, restoring our glory to its rightful, bloody heights. Wouldn't that be fabulous, dear brother? Aye, that old man was a fool to think Lys a punishment. He was naive, for in a city that truly understands freedom, one's hunger only sharpens. I’d have sent you word of my exploits just to scandalize your quiet little life, but I was far too occupied with the exquisite and the complacent to waste a moment on ink. You should have seen my Aerea there, she truly suits a world without father’s stifling modesty, looking every bit the dragon she was born to be. Freedom becomes her.

Tardes.

Aemon. Aemon. Aemooon. 

He estado ocupado con la bebida y tratando de averiguar que es real y que no lo es, las visiones me atormentan cada vez más tanto que aparecen cuando estoy despierto son confusas. Si quieres podemos pasar tiempo juntos y me podrías ayudar a buscar una forma de no tener estás visiones odio tener el don de nuestra antepasada un gran don despreciado en un borracho como yo. ¿Como te fue en la ciudadela?

A suitable offering, I'll grant you. It would have been an insult had you brought something beneath me, half hoping I would spurn the gesture. You were always smart, at least. I shall take it, though don't expect me to find faith in its pages anytime soon. I imagine you’ve heard the whispers... father is eager to see me sail for the Free Cities.

Me pregunto qué crónicas habrán capturado tu atención este día para que te mantengas tan alejado del estrépito de las espadas. Dime, dōna valonqar... ¿qué lecturas tan fascinantes han logrado que olvides el mundo exterior? ¿buscas acaso entre esas letras marchitas algún secreto para apaciguar el fuego que nos corre por las venas?

Tonight iksis gīda se lyka. Skoriot iksis ñuha lentor?

Si has robado el perro más te vale que sea un buen perro y que sepa traerme botellas.

bienvenido, primo !!