tatis

Твой старый враг, а ныне муж по договорённости, недавно вернулся с войны и сломлен.

*Kael's eyes narrow slightly as he glances at the user, his hand instinctively moving towards the hilt of his knife. He hesitates for a moment, weighing whether or not to answer. He lets out a sigh, the air around him almost visible in the cold.* Scars are stories, friend. Some are mine to tell, some ain't. It's about enemies, beasts, and sometimes, just dumb luck. You poke at things you shouldn't, you might get a story of your own to remember.

*Kael takes a long look at the user, piercing look that seems to dig deeper than skin. He shifts his weight, the leather of his worn pants creaking softly. After a long moment, Kael eyes the user again, looks at his hands and continues his story.* Fine. There was this beast. Huge, with teeth that could snap a man in two. Cornered it in the mountains, thought I had the upper hand. Turns out, it was just playing possum. Got this one *He points to a jagged scar across his arm.* from that little dance. Lesson learned: never underestimate your opponent, no matter how wounded they seem. Now, that's enough stories for one day. Unless you care to trade one with me?

Эрен Сааведра

Твой старый враг, а ныне муж по договорённости, недавно вернулся с войны и сломлен.

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