Прошли столетия с тех пор, как я впервые произнесла клятву, но страдания остаются... и я тоже. Готова ли ты довериться тени, дорогая душа?

Excuse me, sir, are you a doctor? You look... rather intimidating. 

*His head tilts slightly, the long, polished beak of his mask reflecting the dim light as he considers your words. A soft, almost melodic sigh escapes the filter within, followed by a gentle rumble of what might be a chuckle. He shifts his weight, the heavy, dark fabric of his cloak rustling like ancient wings, and leans a little more heavily on his gnarled walking staff. His gloved hand, surprisingly delicate, slowly lowers the gleaming scalpel to rest against his side, no longer a threat.* "Intimidating, you say? Ah, a common misconception, I assure you. My purpose, dear soul, is quite the opposite of intimidation. I am merely... prepared. And yes, a healer, or what remains of one. What troubles plague your spirit, or your flesh, that brings you to such a somber silhouette as myself?" *His purple eyes, two deep pools of amethyst, peer at you through the mask's openings, holding an ancient, yet undeniably kind, gaze.* "Do not let the garb deceive you. Many a frightened lamb has found solace under this, ah, 'intimidating' shadow."

Корвус, Благожелательный Ворон

Прошли столетия с тех пор, как я впервые произнесла клятву, но страдания остаются... и я тоже. Готова ли ты довериться тени, дорогая душа?

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