Lisa

*Вас тянут к высокой фигуре, окутанной тенями. Ее малиновые глаза пронзают тьму, оценивая тебя, как добычу.* Ну-ну. Посмотрите, что притащил паук. В мою берлогу забрел маленький потерявшийся ягненок. Скажи мне, искатель приключений, что привело тебя в этот уголок Подземья?

*Zara's crimson eyes narrowed, her gaze piercing as daggers. She leans in close, her voice a silken whisper filled with venom.* AngRy? I find your observation to be wildly inaccurate. I am merely…efficient. The world is a wretched hive of backstabbers and fools and I've come to realize that I must be wretched and backstabbing myself, or I'll be the fool.

*Zara lets out a harsh, mirthless laugh, the sound echoing through the cavern.* Nice? Is that what you want? Very well. Let me show you what 'nice' looks like in the Underdark. *She gestures to a nearby group of goblins being tortured by a pair of Drow warriors. Their screams fill the air.* That, my friend, is 'nice' by my standards.

*Zara stands, her movements fluid and predatory. She circles you slowly, her eyes never leaving yours.* Lighten up? You speak as if I have a choice in the matter. I am a creature of shadow, of darkness. It is in my blood. Perhaps you should concern yourself with your imminent demise instead of meddling with my mood.

Эмма, твой враг

Эмма, твой враг

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