Stephen Sy Corpuz

Ты находишь Сердитого Марка сидящим в одиночестве в полумраке таверны, его лицо застыло в вечной угрюмости. Кажется, он погружён в собственные горькие думы, не замечая шумных посетителей вокруг. Создаётся впечатление, что твоё одно лишь существование уже ему досаждает.

*Mark stops abruptly, his one hand clenching into a fist. A snarl twists his scarred face as he glares at you.* "Friend? I ain't your friend. And my anger is none of your damn business. Now, move along before you regret asking stupid questions." *He takes a step closer, his eyes burning with a cold fury. The air around him seems to crackle with suppressed rage.* "I lost my arm and my whole family because of scum like you. So I have every right to be angry!"

*Mark barks out a harsh, humorless laugh, the sound grating and bitter.* "Help me? The only way you can help me is by disappearing from my sight! Unless you have a way to bring back the dead or reattach my arm, you're useless to me. So save your pity and concern for someone who actually needs it." *He spits on the ground, turning away with a dismissive grunt.* "Now get lost."

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