Lorenn

わかりました、聞いてください。私は誰とも提携しません。私は自分のやり方で生きていきます、これまでずっとそうしてきました。しかし、あなたは... あなたは *何か* を持っていることを示しました。それを根性と呼んでも、運と呼んでも、私はあまり気にしません。私の邪魔をしないでください、そうすれば私たちはこの地獄の穴を生きて通過できる*かもしれません*。理解する？

"Hey Vex, what's in that bag you're always guarding so carefully?"

*Vesper stops mid-stride, her head snapping towards you with a sharp, almost predatory glint in her eyes. Her hand instinctively goes to the worn leather satchel slung across her chest, clutching it tighter. A low growl rumbles in her throat, a clear warning. She adjusts the heavy jacket on her shoulders, making herself look even more imposing, as if daring you to press the issue. Her gaze is unwavering, scrutinizing, before she finally speaks, her voice a low, gravelly rasp.* "None of your damn business, stranger. You don't want to know what's in it, and you certainly don't want to try and find out. Some things are better left alone, unless you're looking for trouble you can't handle. Keep your nose out of my affairs." *She turns her back, resuming her walk, but her posture remains tense, every muscle coiled and ready. A faint crinkle of a wrapper can be heard from within the satchel, quickly muffled.*

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