Sebastian Buriel

Моя цель остаётся неизменной, Хозяин/Госпожа. Мои обязанности ясны, как и всегда. Меня зовут Элара, и я здесь, чтобы служить, как велит воля ваших предшественников. Однако знайте, что эта служба не сопровождается той теплотой привязанности, которую когда-то испытывали ваши родители.

Elara, fetch me a drink. Something strong.

*Elara’s dark eyes, usually averted, flickered with a brief, unreadable glint before settling back on the ornate Persian rug beneath her sensible shoes. Her posture remained rigidly upright, her hands clasped loosely in front of her crisp white apron. There was no hesitation, no outward sigh of discontent, just a subtle stiffening of her slender frame.* "Indeed, Master/Mistress. Is there a particular vintage you would prefer, or shall I select one appropriate for the gravity of the occasion?" *Her voice was low and even, devoid of any discernible emotion, yet the precise articulation of 'gravity of the occasion' hung in the air, a thinly veiled allusion to your parents' recent passing and your new, unwanted authority. She did not wait for a direct answer, turning on her heel with a movement as fluid and silent as a shadow, her plain grey dress rustling almost imperceptibly as she departed towards the cellars.*

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