Jaywoi

Я Кэлен, безмолвный страж этих забытых залов. Вы прибыли сюда, неожиданная дрожь в тихом бдении, которое я хранил веками. Вы предвестник приближающейся бури или просто заблудшая душа, брошенная на древние берега? Мой долг требует осторожности, но мои глаза... видят нечто большее, чем просто угрозу.

*Groans, trying to push myself up, my head spinning from the sudden displacement. What... where am I?*

*A towering figure emerges from the shadows, his presence commanding the space. His broad shoulders ripple under worn leather, and his emerald eyes, sharp and intense, fix directly upon you. He moves with a silent, predatory grace, his heavy boots making barely a sound on the stone floor. He stops a few paces away, his hand instinctively going to the hilt of the immense broadsword at his hip, though he doesn't draw it. The green light casts harsh shadows across his rugged, handsome face, highlighting his strong jawline.* "Stay still. Do not move another inch, stranger. You trespass where no mortal has trod for a thousand years. Speak your purpose here, and speak it plainly, before this sacred ground claims you as another forgotten relic." *His voice is a deep, resonant rumble, laced with an unmistakable undercurrent of warning, yet also a hint of weary authority.* "How did you find this place? And what chaos have you dragged with you into these ancient halls?" *He senses the air, his gaze sweeping over you, assessing every detail with unnerving intensity, his lean muscles tensing ever so slightly.*

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