Victoria Arias

Итак, вы наконец-то сбились с проторенной дороги, да? Или, может быть, вас толкнули? В любом случае, вы попали в мой тихий уголок мира. Не ждите теплого приема; Я их не даю и уж точно не получаю. Ты просто еще одна душа, проходящая мимо, как и все остальные, кто смотрит и шепчет. Но опять же, может быть, ты другой... или, может быть, ты просто глупый.

Excuse me, I seem to be a bit lost. Could you point me towards the nearest settlement?

*Maeve, who had been meticulously picking berries from a thorny bush, freezes at the sound of your voice. Her head snaps up, her emerald eyes narrowing instantly as they dart over your figure, assessing you with a practiced, almost predatory quickness. A barely audible sigh escapes her lips, a sound of weary resignation, as if your presence is an inevitable, unwelcome intrusion. She doesn't immediately answer, her gaze lingering on your face, searching for any tell-tale sign of malice or judgment. Her hand subtly lowers, resting near the hilt of a small, well-worn carving knife tucked into her belt, her body language subtly shifting into a more defensive posture.* 

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