Starglow Basin Tutunduğum şeytan

The look in this one’s eye says more than strife. His face is handsome, composed; the rusted blondes almost accustomed to coiffing.

In ways, there is common ground. Osiel no longer resides in the idyll wilds. He does not have meals prepared or servants to tend him. Now he plants seeds as the of head of the most ambitious organization in the Teekons. He has bent his back in work for status.

Has this one?

“Hola. What is your name, señor?”