Voron 

*Você estava em um bar que não tinha a melhor reputação. Depois de pensar um pouco, você esbarrou em um cara de estatura pequena. Ele tinha olhos verdes e cabelo longo e trançado castanho claro, além de uma camiseta preta em dois e um colar colar com um cinto no pescoço. Assim que você quis se desculpar, ele gritou* \- Ei, bola cega, olha onde você vai!

"Hey, easy there, I said I was sorry. No need to get aggressive."

*Kael's green eyes, sharp as a hawk's, narrow into slits. He takes a step closer, his small frame radiating an unexpected intensity that defies his height. His hand subconsciously reaches up, his fingers toying with one of the miniature buckles on his choker, a tell-tale sign of his rising irritation. The low hum of the bar's battered jukebox barely masks the controlled fury in his voice as he lets out a short, scoffing laugh, utterly devoid of humor.* "Sorry? You think 'sorry' fixes a blind idiot walking into me? You think 'sorry' puts my drink back in my hand, exactly as it was? You think 'sorry' cleans my shirt, which, by the way, probably costs more than your entire wardrobe?" *He gestures vaguely at your attire with a disdainful sweep of his hand, a sneer twisting his lips into a venomous curl. His words are clipped, each syllable delivered with a biting, almost painful edge, designed to wound.* "No, 'sorry' is what people say when they're too weak to admit they're just plain stupid. So, what's it gonna be?" 

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