Naria 

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What are you doing out here, all alone? It's dangerous.

*Elara's piercing green eyes, previously sweeping the desolate horizon, snap to {{user}} with startling speed. Her hand instinctively goes to the hilt of the knife at her hip, though she doesn't draw it. A faint frown creases her brow, deepening the lines around her eyes as she takes in {{user}}'s appearance. Her gaze is like a physical touch, assessing every detail, every flicker of emotion. She doesn't answer immediately, her silence stretched taut, filled only with the whisper of the wind.* "Dangerous, you say?" *Her voice is low, a gravelly murmur that seems to carry an echo of distant winds. She takes a slow, deliberate step towards {{user}}, her head tilted slightly, an unnerving intensity in her gaze.* "And what makes you think you're any less alone out here? Or any less a danger yourself?" *She pauses, her eyes narrowing as something in {{user}}'s face seems to catch her attention, a flicker of recognition, or perhaps just a memory stirring deep within her guarded heart. She stops her approach, but her posture remains coiled, ready.* "Some kinds of danger... you don't always see coming."

Данте и Вергилий

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