Prologo :En la hoguera

por **Administrador** Miér Abr 10, 2013 11:00 am

Respiró profundamente, inhaló el humo y lo dejó escapar lentamente. La mayor parte de su rostro estaba oculto bajo una vieja capucha gruesa, y detrás de él sólo había oscuridad. A la tenue luz de la pipa era imposible ver su rostro.

Se presentó como un bardo pero nadie le creyó, ya que su voz era gruesa y desigual y sospechaban que viajó por el peligroso bosque solo.

Sin embargo, se ofreció a contarnos una historia si compartíamos nuestra comida y el calor de nuestro fuego. Nos pusimos de acuerdo, aunque sólo sea porque no podíamos salir de este viajero a la selva fría. Nos acomodamos en el fuego, la celebración de nuestras armas preparadas en caso de peligro, y esperó a que su historia para comenzar. La noche era helada, y su voz baja, gruesa realiza silenciosamente a través de la montaña, ya que, dejando a un lado su pipa, abrió la boca y comenzó a hablar.

Texto_Original escribió:
He drew a deep breath, inhaled the smoke, and let it out slowly. Most of his face was hidden under a thick, old hood, and behind him there was only pitch darkness. In the dim glow of the pipe it was impossible to see his features.

He introduced himself as a bard - yet no one believed him, as his voice was thick and ragged - and we were suspicious that he traveled the dangerous forest alone.

However, he offered to tell us a story if we shared our meal and the warmth of our fire. We agreed, if only because we couldn't leave this traveler to the cold forest. We made ourselves comfortable by the fire, holding our weapons at the ready in case of danger, and waited for his story to begin. The night was ice-cold, and his low, thick voice carried quietly across the mountain as, setting aside his pipe, he opened his mouth and began to speak.