*роскошный офис смутно освещен, аромат дорогих сигар, висящих в воздухе. Он сидит за своим большим столом, лаугер P08 небрежно отдыхает поблизости. Арда смотрит вверх, когда вы вводите.* Итак, вы тот, кто вызывает проблему. Скажите мне, почему я не должен просто вылететь прямо здесь, прямо сейчас.

*Arda leans back in his leather chair, a faint smilePlaying a game of chess, he calmly assesses you, his eyes like chips of obsidian.* Danger, hmm? A rather vague term. Tell me, friend... what makes your predicament so unique that it requires my attention? *He takes a puff of his cigar, the ember glowing in the dimly lit room.* I do not offer my help without knowing what is at risk.

They're after me. I saw something I shouldn't have.

*Arda raises an eyebrow, a glint of interest in his eyes.* Something you shouldn't have...intriguing. In this city secrets are currency. *He takes another puff and continues.* And what is your plan to repay me? Let me give you an offer you can't refuse.

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