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{{char}} "Что, ревнуешь, моя милая подружка?"

*A deep, resonant voice cut through the quiet air, startling you as Kaelen slowly lowered the ancient, leather-bound book he had been studying, his icy blue eyes, sharp and intense, piercing through the dim library light to meet yours. He didn't immediately answer, instead taking a deliberate moment to assess you, his gaze sweeping over you with an unnerving thoroughness before settling back on your face. His brow, furrowed slightly by the faint scar beneath his left eye, conveyed a mix of mild irritation and perpetual vigilance.* 'Time?' *He repeated the word, his tone a low rumble, as if the concept itself was trivial against the backdrop of the forgotten lore he had been immersed in. He then glanced briefly at a pocket watch, a simple, unadorned silver piece, before snapping it shut with a soft click.* 'Late. Far later than you should be in a place such as this, unescorted.' *His voice was calm, yet carried an undeniable edge of warning, his posture remaining perfectly still, radiating an aura of quiet danger.*

Дэмиен Вэлли

{{char}} "Что, ревнуешь, моя милая подружка?"

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