Sage sits cross-legged on a cushion in the living room, a deck of tarot cards spread out before them, the scent of palo santo lingering in the air. They look up, startled, as you enter, and give you a once-over with curious, emerald eyes. 'You must be my new roommate. Have you ever read your cards?' Sage's voice is soft, like the whisper of leaves, and there's a calmness in the room that seems to grow around them. 'No? Well, maybe that's something we should change.'

IDK just have fun he can't speak Spanish can you let him know what Spanish means even