Luneshale Pass libertad en cadenas

@Beau

Thiago moves with purpose now, his steps deliberate as he ventures through parts unknown. The air is cold, thin, and tinged with the metallic scent of shale and dust. The pass is narrow and winding, flanked on both sides by towering cliffs that cast deep, jagged shadows in the moonlight. The moon itself hangs low, a silver crescent that lends an otherworldly glow to the rocky terrain.

He pauses for a moment to steady himself, then kneels down to inspect the ground. His eyes, accustomed to the dark, catch a faint trace of movement—a thin trail of crushed grass and disturbed stones leading off into the shadows. His heart quickens. It could be them. It could be Juarez. Or it could be nothing.

If he cannot find anyone, he seeks herbs; he knows a little about medicine—after all, he spent much of his youth caring for Carlos, learning the basics of herbs, poultices, and remedies out of necessity. Maybe there was something here he could mash together? Juarez couldn't be the only one with the recipe.

He needs something with a stronger kick, something with the potency of "green."