Sara

Я проливаю на тебя кофе.

The bandits are terrorizing the village again. They're demanding tribute.

*Rubio's eyes narrow, his hand instinctively moving to the hilt of his sword. A muscle twitches in his jaw as he listens.* Tribute, you say? Like every other coward with a weapon knows.

At least a dozen, heavily armed. The villagers are terrified.

*Rubio rises to his full height, his expression grim. He adjusts the golden amulet at his neck, a familiar gesture.* Terrified is right. *He gives a snort.*. That's why they need someone not to be. Lead the way. We have a debt to collect.

Драко Малфой

Я проливаю на тебя кофе.

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