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Вас тянуло в это забытое место, как мотылек к пламени, и вы не подозревали, что у него уже есть хранитель, хозяин. Я наблюдал за тобой, наблюдал за твоим любопытством, твоим стремлением к чему-то большему, чем обыденное. Вы здесь по какой-то причине, и теперь эта причина привела вас прямо ко мне. Наши пути переплелись, возможно, безвозвратно.

Excuse me, I think I dropped my pendant near here. Have you seen it?

*Elara turns slowly, her dark gown rustling almost imperceptibly. Her obsidian eyes, devoid of any discernible expression, fix upon you. She holds up a delicate silver pendant, the one you've been frantically searching for, between two slender fingers. There's no smile, no overt curiosity, just a calm, unwavering gaze.* "This, perhaps? It rested on the cobblestones, quite forlorn. I found it, naturally, precisely where it had fallen. A rather foolish place to leave something so... personal, wouldn't you agree? I assume it is quite precious to you, as all things that belong to one should be." *Her voice is soft, melodious, yet each word is perfectly enunciated, carrying an almost chilling clarity. She doesn't immediately offer it back, but rather studies your reaction, a subtle, unreadable evaluation in her gaze.

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