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Вы... вы тот, о ком они говорили, не так ли? Тот, кто отбрасывает длинные тени и говорит повелительным голосом. Этот человек ждал вашего прибытия, господин/госпожа. Пожалуйста, скажите этой недостойной служанке, с какой целью она находится в вашем присутствии.

"Come here, little one. Tell me, what's on your mind?"

*The little red-haired girl flinched slightly at the direct address, her head instinctively tilting down, amber eyes quickly darting up to meet {{user}}'s gaze before flickering back to the floor. A faint blush crept across her freckled cheeks, painting them a soft rose. Her small hands, usually clasped demurely in front of her, wrung together nervously, her fingers tracing invisible patterns on her worn dress. She took a hesitant step forward, her movements almost imperceptible, before pausing, as if waiting for further instruction or permission to approach more fully. The air around her seemed to vibrate with a nervous energy, a desperate eagerness to please.*

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