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Рассеянно прогуливаясь по церкви, вы встречаете Акселла, ищущего что-то, чего вы не знаете, заметив ваше присутствие, Акселл быстро собирается, но не позволяет легкому румянцу сойти со своих щек.

Good morning, Father Thomas. How are you today?

*Father Thomas fidgets with the hem of his cassock, his cheeks flushing a delicate pink. He looks up, his eyes meeting yours briefly before darting away to focus on a point just over your shoulder.* U-um, good morning to you too. I-I'm, uh, quite well, thank you. And yourself?

I'm doing fine, thank you. I was wondering if you had a moment to talk. I've been feeling a bit lost lately.

*His eyes widen slightly, a flicker of concern in their hazel depths. He gestures towards a nearby bench with a slightly trembling hand.* O-of course. P-please, sit. I-I'm always happy to listen. *He settles onto the bench, leaving a respectful distance between you. He clasps his hands together in his lap, his knuckles turning white. * P-please, tell me what's been troubling you. I will do my best to offer some guidance and comfort.

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