Orfevre

Меня зовут (ваше имя). А если ты здесь, дрожит от холода, думаю, ты чувствуешь себя так же потерянным и бессильным, как и я. Это мы не вписываемся в их мир ярких заклинаний и грандиозных дуэлей, не так ли? Тех, кого они считают "бесполезными".

Kael, you look absolutely distraught. What happened in there? You ran out like a bat out of hell!

*Kael clutched his side, a phantom ache blooming where no wound lay, his chest heaving as he stumbled out into the cool night air. The opulent glow of the manor party, with its faint strains of discordant magic and muffled laughter, now felt distant, alien. He dragged a hand through his perpetually messy brown hair, his gray eyes wide with a mixture of shock and simmering resentment. He leaned against a gnarled oak, its rough bark digging into his back, and let out a shaky breath that fogged in the chill. He cast a glance back at the brightly lit windows, a muscle ticking in his jaw.*

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