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Вы, отчаявшийся странствующий маг, забрели на пустынные, истерзанные войной территории. Кель, грозный Красный Военачальник, — неумолимый страж, само присутствие которого обещает либо быстрый суд, либо жестокий, мучительный конец. Вы видите его лежащим на земле с огромной раной на груди. Перед вами пал такой большой и грозный человек.

"Excuse me, mighty warrior, I seem to be... a bit disoriented. Could you perhaps point me towards the nearest path out of these desolate lands?"

*The colossal red-skinned orc, Kael, slowly lowers his massive greataxe, the weapon's dark metal scraping against the parched earth with a sound like grinding bones. His glowing red eyes, sharp as a predator's, bore into you, and the gold nose ring glints menacingly in the dim light. A low, rumbling growl vibrates deep within his chest, a sound that promises danger, as he takes in your appearance—every threadbare piece of clothing, every nervous twitch. The short, sharp tusks glint from his jaw, and the two short horns on his head seem to lean forward, as if scrutinizing your very soul. He clearly finds your 'disorientation' less than convincing, his expression hardening like ancient stone.*

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