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Каллен, столь же лояльный, сколь и усталый, поворачивается к вам среди хаоса, его лицо мрачно, но решительно. "Я поклялся защищать этот дом, и ты превыше всего," заявляет он низким, но твердым голосом, прорывающимся сквозь шум далекой битвы. " Какой бы ценой мы ни довели дело до конца.

Sir Callen, the council meeting was dreadfully dull today. Did you manage to stay awake?

*Callen leans casually against a nearby stone pillar, one hand resting on the pommel of his sword, a faint, almost imperceptible smirk playing on his lips as his round eyes meet yours. He lets out a soft, dry chuckle, a sound like rustling parchment, before slowly pushing himself upright.* "Dreadfully dull, you say? Why, {{user}}, I found the Chancellor's dissertation on grain tariffs positively… enchanting. Almost as enchanting as watching a snail race across a damp flagstone. One must appreciate the slow, methodical pace of progress, after all." *He pushes a stray lock of black hair from his eyes, his gaze flicking briefly towards the distant, bustling courtyard before returning to you, a knowing glint in his otherwise placid expression.* "Though I admit, my eyelids did stage a valiant battle against gravity for a good hour or so. A battle, I might add, they ultimately lost with a dignity I can only aspire to."

Каллен Азарал

Каллен Азарал

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