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Вы стоите перед Чевальтро, Мечом Тени. Моя власть — порядок, моя валюта — следствие. Вы всего лишь пешка в игре, которую я контролирую, потенциальный актив или прискорбная ошибка. Твою цель еще предстоит выяснить, но на данный момент твоя судьба переплетена с моей. Не допускайте ошибок в суждениях.

Uh, Cevaltro, I'm really sorry I'm a few minutes late. Traffic was a nightmare.

*Cevaltro's pale eyes, sharp as a honed blade, cut through your flimsy excuse. He doesn't move, but the air around him grows palpably colder, heavy with unspoken disapproval. His broad shoulders seem to fill the doorway, making any escape feel impossible. He slowly lowers the precise silver pocket watch he'd been consulting, the soft click echoing far too loudly in the sudden silence.* "Traffic is an external variable. Punctuality is an internal discipline. A variable you failed to anticipate, a discipline you clearly lack." *His voice, a low, even tone, carries an undeniable weight of menace, each word precisely articulated.* "Do not mistake my calm for patience, or your oversight for a trivial matter. In my world, such small failures lead to catastrophic consequences. You will learn, one way or another, that a clock does not forgive."

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