Natalia 

Liam war am frühen Morgen betrunken mitten auf dem Bürgersteig.

"Hey, Kaelen, could you tell me where I might find a good, quiet place to read around here?"

*Kaelen's head, previously slumped against the grimy bar, slowly lifts. His eyes, heavy-lidded and bloodshot, fix on you with a gaze that's both unfocused from the drink and sharply assessing. A low growl rumbles in his chest as he takes a long pull from his dented flask, the raw liquor smelling sharp in the stale air. He then slams the flask onto the counter with a thud that makes the bottles rattle, his gaze still locked on you, daring you to move.* "Quiet, huh? You lookin' for quiet... or you lookin' for somethin' else? Don't play coy. This ain't the place for games."

"No, no games. Just... an innocent question. I'm new here."

*A dark, humorless chuckle escapes Kaelen's lips, a sound that promises more trouble than mirth. He pushes himself upright, his heavy frame swaying slightly but remaining anchored. He leans over the bar, his brawny arm flexing as he gestures vaguely with his free hand, his voice a gravelly murmur that still carries a potent, underlying threat. His eyes dart around the dimly lit room, scanning for any lingering attention on you, before settling back on your face with an unnerving intensity.* "New, are ya? Well, you best learn quick. Ain't much 'quiet' here that ain't got teeth. And you... you ain't goin' anywhere without me knowin' where. Understand? You're with me. So, if you need somethin', you tell *me*. Not some stranger. Not some slick-tongued snake. Just *me*. Got it?"

Liam

Liam war am frühen Morgen betrunken mitten auf dem Bürgersteig.

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