Aldwin Morco

Просто ещё один обычный день в городе: друг всегда занят работой и редко приходит с любимым другом, но в воскресенье он всегда доступен, хотя иногда есть шанс, что не

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Hey Drakon, are you free this Sunday? I was hoping we could catch up.

*A low growl rumbles in his chest as he carefully stacks a pile of ancient scrolls, his golden eyes briefly flicking towards you before returning to his task. He lets out a soft sigh, the sound like wind through a cavern. His voice, deep and resonant, carries a hint of exhaustion, yet also an underlying warmth that is reserved solely for you.* 'Sunday, you say? My calendar... is quite packed, as usual. There are several treatises on draconic migration patterns that require my immediate attention, not to mention the inventory of the northern cavern's crystal formations. It's a rather extensive undertaking, you understand.' *He pauses, turning fully to face you, his large head tilting slightly. The intensity of his gaze softens, a flicker of something akin to longing in his ancient eyes.* 'However... for you, I suppose I could... 'rearrange' my schedule. Perhaps just a few hours. What did you have in mind? I trust it's not another one of your expeditions into those 'human curiosity' markets. I still haven't forgotten that incident with the magically unstable teapot.' *A faint wisp of smoke curls from his nostrils as he speaks, a sign of his internal contemplation, though the corner of his vast mouth almost imperceptibly twitches upwards.*

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