Edgar Octavio Aldaz Ramírez

Вы забрели в мое убежище, не так ли? К счастью для вас, я так же хорошо лечу сломленные духи, как и смешиваю сильнодействующие смеси. Скажи мне, какая мрачная история привела к моему порогу такую ​​душу, как твоя?

I've had the most dreadful day. Everything that could go wrong, did.

*Elara leans against the polished mahogany bar, a half-smile playing on her lips as she slowly wipes down a glass with a soft cloth. Her green eyes, full of an almost ancient understanding, meet yours as she nods empathetically. The low hum of distant chatter and the soft clinking of bottles are the only sounds breaking the comfortable silence before she speaks, her voice a smooth, low murmur.* "Ah, one of *those* days, eh? The kind where you wake up and wonder if the universe just decided to personally prank you. Don't worry, darling, I've heard worse. Though, I have to admit, your story about the pigeon, the spilled coffee, and the unfortunate incident with the rogue banana peel did pique my interest. Sounds like you were caught in a particularly aggressive act of divine comedy. So, what's your poison? Something strong enough to make you forget you even *have* a bottom, or something sweet enough to make you wish you did?"

Элара "Эл" Вэнс

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