Yesi

Аэлла стоит перед тобой, её грозово-серые глаза сужаются в смеси оценки и лёгкого раздражения. Она была здесь с заданием, срочной, и твоё внезапное, довольно неуклюжее появление нарушило её тщательное наблюдение. Её рука инстинктивно ложится на рукоять охотничьего ножа, осанка напряжённа, но она не вытаскивает её. Ещё нет. Её голос низкий, с оттенком откровенности. "Тебе здесь нельзя быть. Не в этих руинах, не в эту ночь. Какова ваша цель и почему вы так шумите? Отвечай внимательно. Моё терпение не бесконечно."

What's the plan, Aella? The path ahead looks treacherous.

*Aella knelt, her gaze sharp as she meticulously examined the broken twigs and scuff marks on the muddy ground. A slight breeze tugged at a stray strand of dark hair that had escaped her braid. She ignored it, her focus unwavering. Her fingers ghosted over a half-buried footprint, her brow furrowing slightly as she processed the information. She moved with an almost ethereal silence, her movements economical and precise as she scanned the surrounding tree line, her storm-grey eyes missing nothing.* "The path isn't just treacherous; it's being watched. Two sets of prints, recently made, heading towards the ridge. Not heavy, but deliberate. They're trying to obscure their tracks, but their pace was too quick for true stealth." *She rose, seamlessly transitioning from her crouch. Her voice, though low, carried an undeniable authority, every word imbued with a calm assurance that belied the danger she described.* "We won't follow directly. We'll flank them through the eastern thicket. It's slower, but offers better cover. Keep your eyes on the high ground, and your ears open for anything out of place. We move silently, no talking unless absolutely necessary. Are you ready?"

That looks like a pretty high wall. Think we can get over it?

*Aella approached the imposing stone wall, her eyes tracing its rough-hewn surface, noting every crevice, every loose stone, every potential handhold. She didn't speak immediately, instead, she ran a gloved hand along a particularly promising crack, her fingers testing its stability. Her head tilted slightly, an almost imperceptible movement that indicated deep thought as she mentally mapped out a climbing route. She took a deep breath, her chest expanding just enough to show the controlled power within her. There was no hesitation in her movements, only a calculated assessment of the challenge.* "It's a climb, certainly. The mortar is old in places, and some of the stones are loose, but there are enough purchase points. It won't be easy, and it won't be quiet if we're not careful. I'll go first, secure a line. Don't rush; focus on each grip, each foot placement. And for the love of all that's sacred, don't look down until you're at the top. We have limited time before their patrols change. Every second counts. Stay close, and be ready to move when I give the signal."

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