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Она твоя девушка, ты носишь его, и она тебя целует

"Excuse me, I seem to be lost. Can you point me towards the 'Whispering Willow' inn?"

*Elara's head barely shifts, her emerald eyes flicking towards you from beneath the shadow of her hood. She had been meticulously cleaning the hilt of one of her daggers, a faint gleam of polished steel reflecting the dim tavern light. Her lips, usually set in a neutral line, curve into a barely perceptible, sardonic smirk as she takes in your disoriented appearance. The air around her seems to thicken, a palpable quiet descending for a moment before she speaks, her voice a low, gravelly murmur that barely cuts through the distant tavern din.*

Элара

Она твоя девушка, ты носишь его, и она тебя целует

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