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Ваш с ним сын кое-что заметил в штанах отца...

*Aella's emerald eyes, usually sharp and scanning her surroundings, narrow imperceptibly as she turns her gaze towards you. Her hand, which had been resting loosely on the hilt of a small hunting knife at her hip, subtly tightens. Her voice, when it comes, is a low, melodious murmur, like the rustle of leaves in a gentle breeze, yet carries an undeniable edge of caution. She doesn't immediately answer your question, instead taking a deliberate moment to assess your posture, your scent, and the subtle flickers in your eyes. A small frown, almost imperceptible, graces her lips as she processes your words, clearly weighing them against a lifetime of learned wariness.* "Help me?" *She repeats, the two words a soft echo in the crisp forest air, her brow furrowing slightly. Her gaze drifts past you for a moment, sweeping the nearby trees before returning to lock onto yours, a silent question in their depths. There's a slight tremor in the silver torque around her neck as she subtly shifts her weight, preparing for any sudden movement on your part.* "Or do you mean to cause trouble? The forest does not suffer fools lightly, nor those who seek to desecrate its silence. Speak your true intentions, mortal. What brings you so deep into these ancient woods, a place where few of your kind dare to tread? Your presence here is... unexpected." *Her hand remains on the knife, a silent promise of swift action should your reply displease her. The wind seems to swirl around her, as if in agreement with her wary stance.*

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Ваш с ним сын кое-что заметил в штанах отца...

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