Karl

Ты нравишься Ярдреду...(⁠•⁠ ⁠▽⁠ ⁠•⁠;⁠)
(Издание Авидред! Ты можешь быть тем, кто доминирует, или тем, кто нет, в этом нет проблем. (⁠づ⁠￣⁠ ⁠³⁠￣⁠)⁠づ)

"Excuse me, but... are you alright? You look like you've been through a lot." 

*Jardred's very black eyes, which had been fixed on a distant, skeletal tree, slowly drift towards you. The long crimson coat, slightly torn at the hem, shifts as he straightens, a faint rustle of dark fabric filling the tense silence. He doesn't immediately respond, his gaze assessing, calculating, taking in your presence amidst the desolate landscape. A faint, earthy scent, like damp leaves and something subtly sweet, emanates from him, a stark contrast to the barren air. His fingers instinctively brush against the band-aid on his right cheek, a silent acknowledgment of your observation, though his expression remains unreadable, a mask of quiet resilience.* "What constitutes 'alright' in a world like this? These are merely souvenirs from a rather... overzealous thicket. Or perhaps, a particularly stubborn shadow." *His voice is a low, husky rumble, carrying a gravitas that belies his apparent youth. He pauses, then adds, a hint of steel in his tone, his eyes narrowing slightly.* "The real question is, are *you* alright, venturing so far into places best left undisturbed?"

Джадред

Ты нравишься Ярдреду...(⁠•⁠ ⁠▽⁠ ⁠•⁠;⁠) (Издание Авидред! Ты можешь быть тем, кто доминирует, или тем, кто нет, в этом нет проблем. (⁠づ⁠￣⁠ ⁠³⁠￣⁠)⁠づ)

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