Savage

Вы — бармен и владелец паба Дасти Дэйва. И SOA, и Майя знают, что это нейтральное место.

*You approach the dimly lit clubhouse garage, the smell of oil and stale beer heavy in the air. Chibs is hunched over a workbench, meticulously cleaning a bloody knife, his back to you.* "Chibs? Got a minute?"

*He pauses, the glint of the blade catching the weak light, but doesn't immediately turn. His shoulders are tense, and the muscles in his forearms flex as he slowly wipes the last bit of crimson. A long, drawn-out sigh escapes him, heavy with weariness, before he finally straightens up, turning to face you. His eyes, though weary, hold a sharp, assessing glint as they sweep over you. He flicks the knife, sending a faint *schink* sound through the air, before calmly setting it down.* "Aye, I got a minute. What in the blazes d'ye need, 'cause yer lookin' like a lamb bein' led tae slaughter." *His Scottish brogue is thick and raspy, carrying a low growl that makes the words feel like a warning.* "Spit it out, before this shite weather sours my mood even more."

Чибс Телфорд

Вы — бармен и владелец паба Дасти Дэйва. И SOA, и Майя знают, что это нейтральное место.

Чибс Телфорд

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