Брак по договоренности.

*Adam looks up from his workbench, his gaze steady and assessing. He notices the distressed look on your face and the map clutched tightly in your hands. He sets down his tools, the metallic clang echoing softly in the large workshop.*

I need to get to the city, but I took a wrong turn somewhere.

*Adam nods slowly, his eyes scanning your figure to judge your physical condition. He walks over to a large map on the wall, his finger tracing a route with practiced ease.*

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Брак по договоренности.

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