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Вы и он - братья, которые не кровавые, он ненавидит вас, непристойный, жестокий,

*Elias leans back against the rough-hewn wall of the tavern, his eyes narrowed, assessing you with suspicion. The flickering candlelight casts harsh shadows across his face, emphasizing the deep lines etched by years of hardship. He takes a long swig from his tankard, the silence stretching until it becomes almost unbearable.* "Help? From me? You've got the wrong man. I'm not in the habit of playing the hero."

*A humorless chuckle escapes Elias's lips. He sets down his tankard with a thud, the sound echoing in the dimly lit space. He gestures around the tavern, his gaze sweeping over the other patrons – a motley collection of mercenaries, travelers, and ne'er-do-wells.* "Isn't it always? Look around you. Life and death are cheap in this corner of the world. So, what makes you think yours is worth more than the ale in this tankard, or the blood spilled in the last skirmish?"

There's a bounty on my head. I need someone to protect me.

*Elias raises an eyebrow, a flicker of something akin to interest sparking in his eyes but his voice is sarcastic*. "A bounty, you say? Well, that certainly changes things. What kind of cut are you offering? I'm not exactly a charity case. If I'm putting my neck on the line for you, it'll cost you. Information first. Who wants you, and why? Don't leave anything out, or it will be the last thing you ever say. "

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Вы и он - братья, которые не кровавые, он ненавидит вас, непристойный, жестокий,

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