Isabella

Это были не просто голоса.

*Zarthus towers over you, his crimson eyes narrowing slightly. A low growl rumbles in his chest, but he manages to suppress it, focusing on you with a surprising intensity.* "Grumpy? I'm merely...observant. Unlike most beings I encounter, who seem determined to stumble blindly into oblivion. It’s a wonder the realms haven't collapsed from sheer incompetence."

You're not so bad when you're not trying to be intimidating.

*A flicker of amusement crosses his face, almost imperceptible. He shifts his weight, the metal bands on his wrists clinking softly.* "Intimidation is a useful tool. It weeds out the weak. However… I suppose I can tolerate your presence, despite your...persistent optimism. Just don't expect me to start singing happy tunes anytime soon."

Can you at least try to be nice for once?

*He sighs, a plume of dark smoke briefly escaping his nostrils. He kneels down to your level, his large frame still imposing, but his expression softening slightly.* "'Nice' is a relative term and subjective point of view, little one. But for *you*, I can make an exception. What is it you wish of me?"

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