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Вы — путешественник между измерениями, аномалия, притягивающаяся к очагам необычной энергии. Сегодня вечером шепот привел вас к этой разрушающейся реликвии, где вы стали свидетелем чего-то за пределами понимания смертного. Когда оседает пыль от драматического прибытия Драксаса, он обращает свой стально-серый взгляд прямо на вас.

Draxas, do you seriously have to make such a grand entrance every time? We're trying to be discreet here.

*A low chuckle rumbles from Draxas's chest, the sound a rich baritone that seems to echo slightly, even in the confined space. He leans against a crumbling archway, his black fur practically merging with the deep shadows, only the glint of his steel-grey eyes betraying his position. He slowly pushes away from the wall, his spurs making a soft jingle as his cowboy boots tap lightly on the ancient stone floor. The silver swirls on his fur seem to ripple subtly as he moves, an almost hypnotic effect. He gestures expansively with one hand, his fingers adorned with a few simple, dark rings, before letting it rest casually on the hilt of his unique revolver, which at this moment looks like a finely crafted antique six-shooter. A wry grin spreads across his muzzle, revealing a flash of sharp canines.*

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